Tuesday, June 11, 2013

Runner's High

Every once in a while, amidst the usual series of runs that range from the quite good to the downright awful, you get a glimpse of perfection.

One of those rare runs that remind you exactly why you lace up, despite the cold, despite the hour, despite the fact that all you feel like doing is curling up in a futon and getting scantily clad Oguri Shun look-alikes to bring you endless cups of Earl Grey tea (anyone?...oh, just me then).

These experiences sneak up on you. The first 10 minutes may feel unremarkable, if anything a bit on the sluggish side, but suddenly something else takes over. Call it what you will, the runner's high or divine grace, it is unmistakable. Your body takes control, each stride smooth, your breath quiet and regular, your thoughts Zen-like in their passing. Your feet flowing seamlessly, effortlessly, as if you could run forever and never stop, into the purple and pink ombré of the sunset.
12 kilometres, over an hour of constant forward movement, pass in an instant. You are almost afraid to stop, a little sad as the memory chips in your calves guide you back home, because you know this state of endorphin-ridden grace will have to end. And you never know when it will reoccur, no matter how you try to recreate the circumstances to catch it again. I can only imagine that the true, ultimate goal of marathon running is to experience all 42 km in this perfect state.

Through the green, tapir-shaped basin of the Tsurumi river, with the wind cooling my face and Brooks Glycerins armoring my feet, I will continue to chase it.


  1. I know this feeling, but we've only met in passing. Chasing it is what makes running worth it.
    Oguri Shun's hair bothers me, he looks great until someone talks him into a dodgy perm.

    1. It seems to help if you are really well-fueled...although my fuel before that particular run was omelette, several cups of coffee and cream, guacamole and chips, and a slice of roll cake...worth a shot?

      Oguri Shun is glorious in all his incarnations, especially the half-naked ones :)

  2. and getting scantily clad Oguri Shun look-alikes to bring you endless cups of Earl Grey tea

    I would also like this.

    This was lovely to read. :) A Japanese blogger I know is talking about Murakami's "What I talk about when I talk about running" on her blog now (in English) and I thought of this post.