Endorphins

Theme Song: Till I Collapse ~Eminem~

I have been a fairly steadfast runner for the past 14 years and, though I always search for the fabled "endorphin rush"

"If I am still standing at the end of the race, hit me with a Board and knock me down, because that means I didn't run hard enough" -Steve Jones

I don't know that I have ever achieved it. I hear about it, I dream about it, I crave it, but it never happens for me. I am comforted, to some extent, by this article in that it may all be a myth, but I still want to experience it as a direct reward for working so hard on a run.

I leave the house looking like this:

Fierce, right?  Looking strong in my Toronto Firefighters T-Shirt, got the tunes going on my iPod, and wearing my Banff hat...okay, so maybe the hat is not so fierce, but still...

You'd think that I'd come home all strong and muscular-like ready to tackle the day, but no.  This is what I do as soon as I shakily put the key in the door and let myself into the coolness of my air conditioned house:

Complete and utter collapse.  I stay here for a good ten minutes, while I practically drown in my own sweat and while my legs twitch violently.  K2 just shakes his head at me as he climbs over my listless body to get up the stairs.   It's not a pretty sight, is it?  This, my friends is the glory of running.  I need a new sport.