I am Hysterical Runner and it has been 3 days and about 2 hour since my last run.
Yep, I have actually been resting my foot/leg and it seems to be a bit better. I can put more weight on it though it still hurts in certain positions. However, I am planning to go for a run tomorrow. Might not be the usual 22 or so kilometres I usually do on Saturdays but I will run. (I have to stop the shakes and other withdrawal symptoms somehow)
At the lack of actual running, I was looking through my running history on RunMeter and noticed a pattern; whenever I do a run that is over 10km, I always (always) get faster after 8-10km. I don’t consciously speed up but the pace seems to pick up. In fact, there are a few stages that I have come to expect during my runs:
1. Initially after about 4km I stop hating the run and wanting to turn back. Until then I loath to be out and the prospect of having another 2 hours (on a long run) to go makes me despair. I suppose this is how long it takes for everything to warm up. I am naughty in that I don’t otherwise do a separate warm-up at all, I just start running but try to keep the pace easy. It also takes a while before I start sweating and until then it feels like my body is overheating and my skin feels ripe to burst.
2. Then at about 8 or 10 kilometres things suddenly get very easy. I feel like I have grown wings on my back. I get faster without trying and seemingly without it taxing my body at all. This “super boost” lasts until the end of the run on a good day and on a bad day ends at around 18-19km. (It’s the bad days when I am falling over myself or twisting my feet on uneven surfaces…)
I tried to ask my fried Mr. Google about this but he only offered me answers about speed work. (Should I take a hint?). And then it hit me:
I must be daft. No, I think I am actually genuinely dumb. I have been running for about a year now and only equated the euphoric feeling I get AFTER I finish a run, with the Runners High. I never actually stopped to think (ha, remember, I don’t stop) about the simple fact that my body might be releasing these endorphins mid-run, when you actually need them. I mean, I have lived a bit, I should know a hit when I experience one. Wanting to bounce rather than run – check. Smiling at random strangers rather than growling at them (which is the norm) – check. Attempting to sing along to my running music – check (and I apologise to anyone whom I may have subjected to this). Feeling happy I am out running. I think anyone who questions whether Runners High exists, hasn’t ever run hard enough or far enough to experience it – it’s real all right. (If you don’t believe me, believe this: http://cercor.oxfordjournals.org/content/18/11/2523.abstract)
In the light of my own unwillingness to stop running, even when injured, this article is quite interesting:
Hopefully tomorrow I can get back to being a runner again. I need another hit.