I'm pretty sure they call it a runner's high, because if you love running, you must physically be high. That, or because if you muster up the desire to attempt running, eventually you'll require enough drugs to sedate a wooly mammoth.
Okay, listen up marathon sallies, I respect your hobby or whatever. In fact, some days I even think I might like running a little bit. All I'm saying is I ran five miles yesterday. And, like a good neighbor, my body turned into a giant a-hole somewhere around mile 4. (That is how the jingle goes, no?) Anyway, today, as I type this, I'm relatively sure my hip bones are disintegrating into piles of dust. That, or I am actually a living Barbie doll and someone just ripped my little plastic legs out of their sockets and replaced them with a set of ill-fitting - though super slimming - Skipper legs.
Either way, I fear that unlike my usual ailments, this is not the sort of thing that a box of Luden's Wild Cherry Lozenges can fix. So, basically, girlfriend is not havin' it. But if my bug can run a half marathon with barely any training...I can tough out nine miles.
Right?
Oh man.. I know I'm reading this WAY late. And I also know that running just isn't enjoyable for some people (probably most people). But I love it! Right now I'm in a funk where I can barely run five miles without it killing me, but that's because I've gotten out of the habit of running. So, like you, whenever I go on a long run, I really feel the next day. But it gets so much better if you keep at it! I hope you can try it more, but if not, that's ok too :)
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