I've been running for only 3-4 yrs. I have heard about this runner's high thing forever. But I can honestly say that I have never really felt it. Sure I love running and I have enjoyed most of my runs. I have had some great runs, even some great races. But I can truly say that I have never experienced that runner's high......
...... that is, until today.
Truth be told that for the past couple weeks, I have been having some real crappy runs. For example:
From Dailymile
My knees have been achy and I haven't been able to get back in the grove. For every mile run, I have been stopping to walk a couple of minutes. A simple 4 mile run had become a pain in the ass..... I have been hating my runs lately. I have been hating running, period!!
Training schedule called for an 11 miler today. It's been on my mind all week. If I can't run a simple 4 miler, how was I going to pull out 11 today? I was dreading it. So this morning I woke up, got dressed, had a sip of coffee, and headed out the door before I could even think about it.....
Similar to my last couple runs, after mile one I had to stop to walk for a bit. I did some stretches and continued on. My knees ached but I had to talk myself threw the pain to continue on. I had to remind myself that Boston was around the corner and that the dream of finishing was the goal. I charged on.
I was running an out and back. At the half way point I was feeling pretty good. I had only stopped once so I was pretty happy. Somewhere at about mile 6 or 7 something weird happened. I was no longer running..... I mean physically I was, but
I was lost deep in my head somewhere. I was sitting at my kitchen table having dinner with the family. I was sitting in my parlor watching TV. I was at the softball field pitching fastballs to my daughter. I was everywhere else but on the streets running. I was in a state of bliss,.... or euphoria, if you will. My body was on auto pilot and my brain had checked out.
It wasn't 'til about mile 10, when I was approaching Main St (and traffic), that I came to my senses. It was weird. I didn't remember the last couple miles. I remember thinking to myself "what just happened?"... It was a similar feeling like waking up from a good dream and then trying to fall asleep again so you can continue with that dream. But as we all know, that just doesn't happen. I spent the last mile trying to get back in to that bliss. I wanted that feeling back. I wanted that "high" back.
I must of had some lingering effects of the high when I walk into my house because even my wife asked if I was OK. She thought that I was hurt or something. Far from it. I haven't felt this good in a long time. I have been doubting myself these past couple weeks. I really struggled with my runs. But after today's run those doubts have been washed away. I feel reborn. I'm ready to give it my all.
I needed a run like today's!!!
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Now here I sit. Icing both my knees. Achy, but feeling really good about tomorrow.
April 15th can't come soon enough!!