Yesterday I woke up exhausted. Joel and I had stayed up way too late together and then after he zonked out, I got up and proceeded to write really awful poetry until 3AM. Which obviously made no sense given that I had to be at work by 10:00, but I recently lost a poem because I didn't get out of bed and write it down and I'm still pissed off about it. That one was actually good, too. The ones I wrote Wednesday night were shit. Anyway, I felt sorry for my first few clients the next day because I wasn't my usual chipper self. I mean, I still gave good wax, but it was less poetic than usual. Certainly less energetic.
Somehow I made it through the morning on two feet and then ended up having a long break in the middle of my afternoon schedule. So I finally forced myself into some spandex and hit the road. I hadn't gone for a run in nearly a week and I was starting to feel really bad about it. Especially since I'd run out of my happy meds for two days and was only just starting to feel them kick back in. But I really DIDN'T WANNA GO. I wanted a fucking NAP is what I wanted, but I went for a run anyway.
OUTSIDE.
IN THE SUNSHINE.
And it was magic! Who knew? I'd been bummed that my running enthusiasm seemed to be waning so quickly, but it turns out I just really hate running on a treadmill. Sure, it's great for checking speed and distance (and avoiding sleet), but it's an otherwise mind-numbing torture device. But running outside? Even when the voice in my Hello Kitty earphones told me to COOL DOWN, I kept running. Then I kept running more. Now that I think about it, I ran my first 5k in over two years.
When I got back to work afterwards, I was a completely different woman. Obnoxiously chipper. Happy. Easy-going. Really able to connect well with my clients. Sweaty. I even had a better night with the kids than I was expecting. We went swimming. We ate fast food (for the first time in MONTHS). They read out loud to me from my bed while I finally put away all my laundry. I had more patience than I usually do.
Runner's high, biatches! I finally get it.
*Tower of Power was the first song on my play list. Perfection.
If someone could bottle the runner's high it would sell like nobody's business. I chase it every time I go for a run.
(And I hear you. I refuse to run in a Canadian winter and I hate the treadmill so I haven't gone since the fall. I am eagerly anticipating a return to my running shoes.)
Posted by: Sherry | January 18, 2013 at 05:36 PM