Runner's high

Yep! You read that right!
Runner's high.


And I experienced it! First hand. Never thought I'd get here. Mind you I'm far from where I want to be. But I'm on my way. I usually make Tuesday's, Thursday's and some Saturday's my run days. This last Thursday I brought my clothes with me to work so I could just drive to wherever it was that I would run and push it out really quick before I had to pick up the kids. I ended up going to a park near our house that has a paved path all around. I quickly (and I use this word very loose) ran around four times and it barely made two miles. I was bummed. I felt like I was wrapped up in counting and keeping track of how "far" I was running.

side note: I don't really regret that run because I felt good after. But I definitely regretted what I decided to wear (yoga pants and a big t, and I may or may not have worn the wrong underwear and was dying of a weggie the ENTIRE time. I forgot a jacket so I built up some congestion and was down for the weekend. So Saturday's run was cancelled.) I also regret running at this park and made a note not to run at any park with a paved trail that runs around. Only because I hated that I didn't enjoy my run and was more concerned with how far I was going. How many times around I had left to go before I barely reached two miles. I felt like I was running for P.E. in high school and wanted to give up. Plus the weggie problem was not able to be fixed as I was in public.

Today I forgot to pack my clothes so I drove like a maniac to get home to change. The entire car ride my legs were feeling anxious. My heart was racing. I blasted my music to get me in the right frame of mind for my run. I didn't plan on going "x" amount of miles or even how long I would run. I was just excited to get out and do it.

Two of my favorites! They always get me pumped up!

I got these really cute (can you use that word when describing running shoes?) Nikes.

I feel like they call my name to slip on and work my ass off! I vowed to only wear them for workouts. That's it! So because they are so adorable I want to kick ass in them!

Another awkward picture of myself!

I changed and headed out. I drove to a nearby soccer field, parked and ran the back half to a bike trail. Ran/walked 3/4 of the way to the halfway mark of the trail. (Does that make sense?)

Parts of the trail were amazing. Like when I crossed over this little creek and had to stop to take a breath. I felt comforted for a second.

another side note: right after my grandpa died a friend told me that when I see something beautiful enough to take my breath away or make my heart feel warm, it's him, letting me know he's there. So in this moment I thought of him.

I ran some more. Then I ran some more. Then I realized I still had to make it back to my car. 

 

 

That and I came across this little lovely patch of "forest of potential abduction and body decomposition" area. I watch way too much SVU to keep running in this direction.

 

yet another side note: I'm making my husband go out and buy me some pepper spray tonight since I don't have a permit to carry a concealed weapon. A 38 special sounds nice but I guess I'll settle for some spray.

 

All in all I got back to my car safe and sound. I checked my Mapmyrun and it said 3 miles! Mind you I ran and walked it in 40 minutes. But I still did it! Here's my proof.

I blurred out the streets for obvious reasons. But there you have it ladies and (gents?) if guys even read my blog. haha

 

 

 As I drove to pick up my kids I felt like I've never felt before after a run. I felt accomplished. I felt great. I felt..like a runner. And it felt fantastic!