Tuesday, November 21, 2006

Runner's high

Wanna hear something? Lean in close. Ready? Here it is:

I HAVE FOUND THE SECRET.

Shh. Don't let it out or everyone will get in my way on the sidewalk. But after much drinking and eating and companionship and other such experiments, I have found the key to happiness. The best way to combat the cold and grey is with this:

Endorphins.

That's right, natural drugs. You put in your earbuds, turn the volume up on your catalyst of choice (currently it's noisy, clamorous, get-the-blood-rushing German metal, though just the other day it was happy bouncy techno) and you take off down the street at a dead run. By the time I round the corner and head down hill forty-five minutes later, pouring sweat and pigtails bouncing against the back of my neck to the same rhythm as my feet, "Erdbeermund" is pounding in my ears and I can see over the entire valley below Hambach. I can see for miles. As far even as the slender cooling towers of Mannheim in the distance, edged right up against the Rhein river. And I take off down the hill like I'm about to fly over the valley, and grab a handful of bright red autumn leaves as I run by and let them scatter out behind me, like some kind of crazy sprinting Hansel who needs to be sure to mark her path so that, when she comes back to occupy her body, she can find her way home.

3 comments:

Anonymous said...

I want to just jump into the computer somehow and land on a cobblestone street by your side! feet first, of course -- no need to break my head! Enjoy :-)

Anonymous said...

Keep running, Nik. The fog will clear. And, like you, I'm finding out that drinking isn't the best way to clear it. And just think....we could both be super in shape next time we see each other! Yeah!
-Schtivli

Amy said...

Wow... that sounds positively joyous. Good for you :-) I was going to say I don't get that, but of course I do... biking :-)