|Last night's route|
The run itself was fan-fucking-tastic. The cool air felt wonderful and was like that feeling of drinking cold lemonade on a hot day all over and inside my body. And despite my fairly brisk pace (for a "just for shits" run, that is) I felt really good throughout. Though the last mile and a half or so on 35th I was wheezing pretty hard and I was starting to get a little dizzy. But I pushed through and actually sped up, because in my experience the dizziness is usually indicative of a kick-ass runner's high. And BOY was I right!
When I got home I kicked off my Asics, ignored my parents inquisitions as to how the run went, and sprinted to my room. Endorphin rushes only last like 10 minutes at best, you know. I quickly put on some Chili Peppers and jumped into bed after turning off the lights. It was awesome. One of the best highs I've ever gotten from my body's natural opiates! My face was tingly and I had a HUGE euphoric rush all over the top of my head. I was also in an excellent mood the rest of the evening, as anyone I was texting afterward can tell you. Needless to say it was amazing.
What about you guys? Does anybody else like night runs in sub-freezing weather or am I just a freak? Anyone else ever get such an awesome runner's high? I'd love to hear what you have to say!