
Runners are just happier people. I mean, you're out there running. You're moving. You're enjoying the great outdoors - even if you're running along a suburban street with deer grazing in yards.
There's something to be said about a "runner's high." I haven't really been affected like that in several years - probably not since the first time I ran 6 miles straight, which was sometime during 2004 in Memorial Park in Houston. That's the only time I remember the high hitting me like a ton of bricks, and it was then that I "got it." I got running. I got the feeling.
Since then, I wouldn't say I've been chasing that high, but the effects of running are still significant in my life. I feel better. I think more clearly. And I just smile more.
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