Euphoria

I've discovered that running for this long takes me through quite a journey, I start feeling confident and thinking to myself that it's only a few miles more than I ran before, I listen to some upbeat tracks on my ipod that get me settled into my stride, and as I'm running I let my mind wander and contemplate many thoughts. Things are good. Then I start to get bored of basically talking to myself (I now understand what you have all had to put up with), and I start to think about how far I've gone, how far I've got to go, working out what it is in miles, k, feet and inches, minutes (hours), what percentage of a marathon that will be, what sort of time will I do, how many steps am I taking, all that sort of thing. And the miles pass by, but then I haven't got anything left to work out, I am no longer talking to myself and I've resorted to counting just to give me something to do. This normally takes me about 3/4 of the way home, and I then it's to my "power" tracks back on my ipod and a lot of telling myself that I can do this. Then it gets weird, I start singing, or more accurately, shouting along to the music. I have about 4 tracks that are really uplifting, and 2 in particular (Mr Brightside by the Killers and Dakota by the Stereo's) that I use and I really get into it, I run hard, I shout to the music, and I get quite euphoric, really quite euphoric, the sort of euphoric that I imagine is what they call the "runners high" and then I finish.

Anyway, my mid-week run is now about 6.5 miles, with my first double figure run this weekend. More euphoria to come!