Blood Flavored Breath


On Sunday I decided to go for a run.

The last time I went for a run was months ago- probably Labor Day weekend if I am being honest with myself and not counting all the times I power walked from my car to class because I was running late. My motivation for running wasn’t based on guilt from avoiding it for so long: no, my motivation was purely chemical. It was all about the sweet, sweet endorphins. After a weekend of emotional turmoil from over tiredness I was was ready to self-medicate.

It’s a little bit ironic that going for a run helps me feel better when I’m overtired, but it seems to work pretty consistently. I firmly believe that humans are meant to be physically active so it’s no surprise to me that going for a run makes me feel pretty darn good. Sure, when it comes down to sleeping an extra twenty minutes or going for a run I generally elect to sleep these days, but when sleep isn’t enough- or when the little kid upstairs (who may or may not weigh three hundred pounds- I’m just going by how heavy his footfalls sound) decides it’s fun to run laps around the apartment at six in the morning, a run is the best cure for over tiredness that I know.

Considering that I haven’t gone running for two months it felt remarkably good to get up to speed again.

“Wow! I feel great!” I thought. I was flying. I felt like a superhero. This lasted for about half a mile.

“Wow! I’m going to die if I don’t stop RIGHT NOW.” I realized moments later when my lungs finally caught up with the rest of me.

It turns out that the first thing you forget is how to pace yourself. Sure it felt great to go charging down the sidewalk at top speed, but it’s hard to keep up top speed for more than a few blocks. I had to stop and walk a few times, but I wasn’t trying to accomplish anything besides getting out and getting active so I didn’t worry about it too much. By the time I made it home I was feeling pretty good even though it took about thirty minutes for the coppery, blood flavor to clear out of my mouth afterwards.

It may have left a bad taste in my mouth, but it sure felt good.

~ by Gwydhar Gebien on November 11, 2013.

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