Everyone who has ever gotten seriously into exercising knows the feeling. They call it runner's high but it's got nothing to do with running; I never run and I know it well. The endorphin high you get from exercising. It comes on when you least expect it, and all of a sudden you feel so fantastic you could keep going forever.
The crappy thing about that high is, it takes a while to get there. You don't get it the first time you work out, or the first week, or maybe even the first month. But then one day, it hits you. You feel like you're on clouds, you're only vaguely aware of fatigue, aching limbs, sweat, heavy breathing. Out of nowhere, there it is: the high you're going to chase forever after, the moment you become hooked on exercise.
I haven't felt it in a while, and I really need to get there again. Once I do, it's no longer a struggle to make myself work out in the morning. I look forward to it, and skipping a workout isn't something I will eve consider. It's like everything clicks, and it's easy after that. I mean, not easy exactly, you still work your butt off. But the desire to give up and crawl back into bed slips away.
Day 23, Reason 23: Chasing that amazing high
The 30 Days, 30 Reasons, No-Scale Challenge.
Life with boys is never still, except here - in portraits painted with words - where I can hold them still.
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