Runner's High

I just got back into running high mileage consistently in preparation for my Ragnar Relay in May. 

Needless to say there have been days where I've stayed in bed and told myself "just five more minutes, or ten, or sixty." And there have been days when Liz has had to give me a boost out the door with some crazy mantra to get me moving. 

And today I needed a boost. So Liz gave me a boost. Love her. 

And then I ran 7 miles instead of the 6 miles I had planned. And I shouted at every mile, "I love running! I love hills! I am responsible for loving myself!" That's when it clicked. The "runner's high". 

The truth is, after mile 3 another mile is nothing. Another mile is just around the corner. Another mile is just a couple more steps. And I'm no longer running. I'm flying. And I'm free. And I'm shouting crazy mantras into the air while all the other runners, bikers, and dog walkers stare at me like a mad woman. 

I am responsible for loving myself. 

So I run.