I'm sure many of you have heard of a runner's high. That burst of energy you get as you're running along. That feeling of "I am doing this and it feels fantastic" when you've gone beyond what you set out to accomplish. Ok, that's not the real definition but it's what I imagine it to be. I felt a little bit of that today.
Glenn and I took Rowan on a run this morning. Our intent was to run to the gas station to buy the Sunday paper and then come home. I felt fantastic the entire way there. I was able to control my breathing, which is something I always struggle with, and my legs felt like they could go forever. We stopped at the gas station, I took over the jogging stroller, and everything went downhill, at least for a little while. Trying to go uphill and push a 25 pound kid AND a stroller is hard work. I really hate doing it which is why I usually make my husband do it. We walked a little bit and then took off again until we made it home. It was a great 2 miles. I actually enjoyed almost every minute of it.
I don't think I got a real runner's high but if I could get the feeling I had today every time I run, I probably wouldn't complain about it as much as I do! There's hope for me yet!
Tomorrow begins my official training program. Who's ready for 10 weeks of fun!? Not me but I'm gonna do it anyway.
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