Hi everyone!
This week’s reason to run is actually pretty selfish: the runner’s high. That’s right, guys; I run because it feels good! Like drugs!!* (*Note: I have no idea what I’m talking about.) Before I started running, I used to think that this “high” was a myth made up by masochistic people who wanted to fool the rest of us into joining their cult of misery. I would see people running for miles and wonder how they could stand it; weren’t their lungs burning, their legs begging to stop?? How could possibly be bearable for more than 5 minutes, never mind euphoric?? But after I started running, I realize that the runner’s high is real, and it is amazing. I’d almost compare it to a form of meditation; at some point during a (good) run, it almost feels like my mind separates from my body and I float above just watching the world. At the same time, a feeling of hope, peace and happiness fills my heart. It’s very similar to that feeling after the first glass of wine at a nice dinner with close friends; it just makes you feel like the world is a wonderful place and you’re doing just what you’re supposed to be doing, and you’re right where you’re meant to be. It’s one of the main reasons people run, I think; trying to attain that feeling as much as possible. That being said, for every euphoric run there is another time where I Hate. Every. Step. But somehow those moments don’t stick in my head as much as the good ones, and in training for a marathon I’ve been lucky to feel that high enough to help make the entire journey worth it.
Speaking of the runner’s high, for a training update, I ran 12 miles yesterday and it felt GREAT! For the first time in a very long tine, I was able to go on a long run and not experience any major pain. It also helped that it was a (relatively speaking after the Polar Vortex) beautiful day, in the mid-40s with plenty of sunshine. I ran from my apartment in Somerville to the Charles River and turned around on the Mass Ave bridge; one of my favorite views of the city of Boston can be found there, and it really made me feel so lucky to call such a beautiful city my home.
Fundraising update: it’s been a slow week for donations but I do realize that for most humans the Boston Marathon is just a blip on the horizon, and there is plenty of time to give. If you are so inclined this week, though, please feel free to hit the “Donate” button at the top of this page. As always, thank you so much for your support!
Until next week,
Meg
This week’s reason to run is actually pretty selfish: the runner’s high. That’s right, guys; I run because it feels good! Like drugs!!* (*Note: I have no idea what I’m talking about.) Before I started running, I used to think that this “high” was a myth made up by masochistic people who wanted to fool the rest of us into joining their cult of misery. I would see people running for miles and wonder how they could stand it; weren’t their lungs burning, their legs begging to stop?? How could possibly be bearable for more than 5 minutes, never mind euphoric?? But after I started running, I realize that the runner’s high is real, and it is amazing. I’d almost compare it to a form of meditation; at some point during a (good) run, it almost feels like my mind separates from my body and I float above just watching the world. At the same time, a feeling of hope, peace and happiness fills my heart. It’s very similar to that feeling after the first glass of wine at a nice dinner with close friends; it just makes you feel like the world is a wonderful place and you’re doing just what you’re supposed to be doing, and you’re right where you’re meant to be. It’s one of the main reasons people run, I think; trying to attain that feeling as much as possible. That being said, for every euphoric run there is another time where I Hate. Every. Step. But somehow those moments don’t stick in my head as much as the good ones, and in training for a marathon I’ve been lucky to feel that high enough to help make the entire journey worth it.
Speaking of the runner’s high, for a training update, I ran 12 miles yesterday and it felt GREAT! For the first time in a very long tine, I was able to go on a long run and not experience any major pain. It also helped that it was a (relatively speaking after the Polar Vortex) beautiful day, in the mid-40s with plenty of sunshine. I ran from my apartment in Somerville to the Charles River and turned around on the Mass Ave bridge; one of my favorite views of the city of Boston can be found there, and it really made me feel so lucky to call such a beautiful city my home.
Fundraising update: it’s been a slow week for donations but I do realize that for most humans the Boston Marathon is just a blip on the horizon, and there is plenty of time to give. If you are so inclined this week, though, please feel free to hit the “Donate” button at the top of this page. As always, thank you so much for your support!
Until next week,
Meg