can you buy endorphins?

Em over at Running all over the place has a special place on this blog. It’s over on the right and down a bit. She even merited a mention in the body of my post yesterday. Now, I don’t like to be seen to be criticising one of my blogging colleagues, but her post yesterday comes under the category of “cruel mockery”.

I felt so great after yesterday’s run, it was a great session and I was still buzzing today. Now if only I could figure out to bottle that I’d never have to work again

The post title is can you sell endorphins?

Yairs, well. If she’s selling, I’m buying.

This morning’s run was almost totally lacking in endorphins, or any other type of phins. It was a miserable experience, to tell the truth.

It was 12k, with the last 4k at a “steady” pace. I fell over the doorstep after an hour of dragging my sorry behind around the streets. Note the use of the words “fell”, “dragging” and “sorry behind”. I hope my choice of words gives you a hint of how I was feeling. I do try to use the mot juste wherever possible.

Anyway, I got home from my run and just felt like death. Not death-warmed-over. I didn’t have the energy for warming anything. Just death. And the worst thing was I have a very full day at work today. Great.

Am I sick? Nah, just tired. The smallest member of our house was a bit vocal last night. Very vocal.

Gosh I need some sleep.