One of the many reasons I train for and run long distances races is because I get a crazy high from the whole experience. I am an adrenaline junkie. I live for the brief but passing moments when your body is moving through the air faster and farther than you ever dreamed.
I live for the feeling you get when you know that nothing is physically left for your body to give, when your courage is the only thing pushing you through the last miles, closer and closer to the finish line. I enjoy the feeling of exhaustion from a long, hard effort. I love walking on dead legs, and having a hard time climbing down stairs.
I had a friend in high school that used to say *any day I am not sore is not a good day.* At the time I was not an athlete and only ran occasionally – this statement seemed bizarre to me. I understand it now. A day I do not run is NEVER as good as a day that I do run.
This is why I am a long distance runner. This is why I am a distance runner who now loves relays.
I can’t explain it but I know that if you have run a relay before you know full well what I’m talking about.
I miss not being able to keep my eyes open but still sucking down a margarita, that despite being delicious, did not have enough salt. I miss my teammates, I miss NUUN. I sincerely hope that my life path crosses all of theirs again, and I hope it is sooner rather than later.
I am coming down from my adrenaline and endorphin high and it is no fun. Please take me back to Oregon!