Today’s truth is quick and dirty.
The runner’s high is a myth.
At least at this point it is. I’m up to just over 4k and there IS NO HIGH. For me, there is not even more than 20 seconds of “oh yeah this feels good – let’s keep going.”
Nope.
In my world, the internal dialogue is more like this:
“Bloody hell when is this over? Have we hit 2k yet? What, not even 1.5?! Frig, okay how far is another 500m? [Looks at tree 300m ahead] That’s gotta be 500m. Can I even do this for 500 more meters? [checks iPhone app] Okay, what? Why is this taking so long? @&+^]??!!!!!!! I need to keep breathing. Okay, we made to 2k – now what?! Okay where is the next 500m? I don’t know if my legs can handle this. They aren’t made for running. Other people are lithe and lean but I’m just a thumper when it comes to running. Is it 2.5k yet? [checks iPhone app] Bloody hell I need more rap music on here — Wilco is good but it’s not angry enough for this $h!t. Frig, why aren’t we at 2.5k yet?! I can’t take any more! My legs feel like lead. Okay, can I stop at 3k? Is that enough?”
…and so on. THE ENTIRE TIME. There might be a whole 20-30 seconds after my warm up when I feel like, “Hmm, this isn’t so bad.” 20 OR 30 SECONDS. And the rest is a struggle.
Runner’s high, my ass.
