I can't tell you how great I feel! My brain is floating in a sea of endorphin
I just returned from my weekly social run - only the really determined runners were there - most stayed at home as the rain was pouring down (great to be part of the hard, inner core ).
We started with a gentle warm up and then the long distance runners went their way. The rest of us - the beginners (only three of us today) - did a bit of running technique and then moved on to intervals.
I gave it my all - ran as fast as I could, sprinted, raced the others, laughed, panted, puffed, beetroot-faced, steaming up.
I love, love, love it. Running just fills me with an inner calmness and happiness. Why did I live half my life without knowing about the existence of this happiness drug?