Runner’s High, my A**

I’m still awaiting that first enlightening experience where endorphins rush through my body and make me feel lighter than air on a long run. Its been more than 3 years in limbo here. Yet, I still run. I run for a different reason. I feel that to a point the old saying “whatever doesn’t kill you makes you stronger” has some truth to it. You see, people have a tendency to do that which they find easiest or most comfortable most often. If you were to push outside your comfort zone, even once in a while, you’d become a more well-rounded person. So, I run because it hurts and it is my weak area. It’s not an injury-like hurt, but a psychological discomfort; the shortness of breath, the fatigue in your limbs, the pounding in your chest. To overcome that obstacle takes some mental fortitude; something that I’ve been longing for my entire life Today, I moved one step closer to achieving mental toughness. I built up my long run distance to 8 miles in 72 minutes. The Broad Street Run is less than 6 weeks away. Just two miles to go.