so im a runner. right? alright well you see. when your a runner…there is this thing. this feeling. this rush. its lovingly referred to as runner’s high. it is arguably the MOST beautiful feeling i have ever experienced. just imagine:
your running. pacing yourself. just fast enough to feel the strain in the sinew of your muscles. just slow enough to not have to concentrate on anything. to be alone with your thoughts. your absorbing all of the grace and accidental envious beauty around you. and its like it was put there. just for you. for you to enjoy, to keep you going as your pushing your body. heel toe. heel toe. crunch crunch. inhale. exhale. however. there does come a point when your done. you cant think. you cant speak. you can hardly breathe. this is when the rational person goes “oh my body is done. lets walk.” well..we’re not the rational types.
this is called The Wall. its horrid. once you hit it…well thats what weeds out the runners from the recreational joggers. you dont want to move your legs any further..but by some inner strength, you muster up the little bit of energy needed to jump clear over that terrific obstacle. you defy the orders your body is screaming at you. and once you pass that…well you feel like you may never need to stop.
after the wall. imagine…gold pavement. birds chirping and the sun radiating around you like a cliche love movie when the geeky guy is running through the streets dancing, professing his love for the way out of his league girl next door who consequently loves him back. you feel AMAZING. EUPHORIC. PHENOMENAL. this. this glorious feeling. is called runner’s high.
today. i hit the wall. i climbed it like a rugged marine annihilating basic training. and then i danced through the streets with the nerdy guy in a horrificly cliche montage of sweat and joy.
i then proceeded to collapse after the three miles. i need to keep working into shape…
