A woman in a green vest and black leggings runs round the bend on a race track, with red-and-white edges on the inside of the bend. Other runners are blurred behind her.

Runner’s high

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.

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