I was kind of kidding in my last post about having a runner’s high. But something happened. I think it happened to me.
What are the signs? Slight euphoria? Feeling like you can run another race even though you’ve just completed one? Wanting to sign up for a 10K next time?
Adrenalin must have kicked in when the race started, because I never felt the lead in my legs like I usually do during the first five minutes of every run. I ran slow and steady until I couldn’t anymore…and that’s when I took the photo above. In my female age group, I finished 4th out of 17 runners. What the? I don’t know how many greyhounds were in my group, but this miniature Dachshund did pretty well. At first, I really thought there might have only been four women running in my age group. Seventeen women doesn’t seem like a lot compared to other races, but I’ll take what I can get.
I used to be one of those people who didn’t understand running. Runners, I would scoff. What the hell do you think you’re doing? Hello, you’re not heading anywhere…not like me…see? I’m getting in my car and I will end up at the bakery. Now that is a real destination!
I was talking to my hair stylist the other day and I told him that I was going to run a 5K on the lot at Universal Studios and that it was going to be fun. He gave me a Girl, you be crazy look, just like I must have given other people in the past. Somehow, I crossed over into thinking running was fun.
After the race, my friends and I immediately launched ourselves into the pancake breakfast and enjoyed that feeling of sharing a fun experience together. What could be better than that?