Runner's High

Since the weather warmed up to 30 degrees, we decided to hit the trails for our Saturday morning run (oh, how I miss sleeping in ... now, I get up to run). Nothing compares to running outside. I've heard other people say how much they dread the treadmill and I never really understood it until just this past week. As much as I love seeing the numbers and being able to watch television, my love for the treadmill ended this week. Being outside is absolutely invigorating. To hear the birds, feel the wind on your face, and the sound of your feet hitting the pavement is truly remarkable.

Not to mention, I had the opportunity to see so many other runners (even a few walkers). I took note of running form, clothing, and pace, and I was highly impressed by all of them. I'm pretty sure they could tell that I'm a beginner (it could have been because I was saying, "hi" to each one as they ran past me in an all too cheerful voice - I'm thinking runner's etiquette is to just nod - I may need to look that up).

Needless to say, I experienced a runner's high. As Adam and I were in the beginning of the run, we finally came upon the mile marker. As we were approaching, I said, "Oh, finally, the mile mark." You can only imagine my disappointment when I discovered we had only covered half a mile. All in all, we ran close to 3 miles (our first 5K is just a few short weeks away) and it felt incredible.

The picture was taken towards the end of our run (fun conversation to have with Adam as we ran - "Hey, sweetie, would you mind taking a picture of me as I run. I want it for my blog." Adam - "Uh, that's kind of hard to do. I'm running too." Me- "I think you can do both." Adam - "Yeah, maybe if I wasn't also holding your sweatshirt, hat, and gloves." Me -"Oh, good point."). Obviously, the picture was taken (Adam is very talented). Don't I make running look easy! See, that's the runner's high talking!