I gained a PR yesterday during my run. I ran a comfortable 14 laps (3.5 miles) squashing my previous record of 12 laps + hyperventilation.
My first 5k race is this Saturday so I want to be prepared. I felt like running more laps but I thought I might feel sore the next day. Well, I don’t feel sore. Next time I will keep running until my legs give out. Or I barf.
I enthusiastically relayed the news to my hubby who said…
“Oh, you must have had a runner’s high.”
“A What?”
“The feeling that life is good, you’re on top of the world and you can run forever. Lisa describes her high as spectacular views and the most beautiful day.”
“You don’t say. How often do you get them?”
“Almost every time I run.”
“You’re kidding!” Wow, I thought. But I blushed with self-consciousness about my own runner’s high thoughts. “I thought more about how awesome I am rather than the view. Although it was a beautiful sunset.” I added that to downplay my arrogance. “Do you think about your greatness when you run?”
“Usually.”
What a revelation! I can’t wait to run this afternoon. The high is such an ego boost! I hope I get it again.
Hey, I don't want this picture. What gives?