I’ve read about the runner’s high. The runner’s high is when you’ve been running for over twenty minutes, and chemicals flood the brain, telling it that the body isn’t suffering; it’s having a whale of a time.
But I feel no such high. Towards the end of my run, I might feel I’m getting a second wind, or maybe I’ve finally reached my first wind. Maybe it’s because the last stretch is more downhill than uphill.
I’m not sure, but what I do know is that I still dislike the thought of going running, but I do feel better for it afterwards, knowing that I’ve done something to help me get fitter.
And I am getting fitter: the numbers on my Garmin watch tell me my pace is faster and my heart rate is lower than when I first started. I can run 5 km (3.1 miles) in less than 11 min/mile with a heart rate around 163 bpm. When I first started, I was running 1.1 miles at 11.30 min/mile with a heart rate maxing out at over 180 bpm. And I’ve lost just over a stone.
But, unless what I described above is the runner’s high, and I’d be sorely disappointed if it were, I’m still not feelin’ it.