Long intervals are guaranteed exhilaration. People talk about the runners high. I felt it in an extraordinary way for miles during the Bombay marathon back in 2023. As I write this, I can’t believe it has been that long. That run was the run of my life.
I felt it in Boston this year, nearly from start to finish. That was solely and only because of the crazy, unbelievable crowd.
Usually, the runners high, at least for me, comes in short bursts. Lasting a few seconds or perhaps half a minute, where my face breaks into a smile. Sometimes a kilometre or so whooshes by in a stream of light.
But the post run high is another reason to hammer a run home.
As I drive back, the rest of the day, work agendas and to do lists ping into action. My mind is best poised to think creatively at this time. This is my Goldilocks zone. Typically at some point on Africa Avenue – if I am returning from Nehru Park – an idea will pop into the brain.
A fabulous morning today, rounded up at home with a solid circuit workout even as I crawl my way into some manner of fitness.
Writing about Running 