Tuesday, October 13, 2015

Runner's High

I am doing this new thing called running. The action or movement of a runner.

Dawn of humanity, big brains, bodies built for long distance, evidence found in skeletal remains, good for our cardiovascular vasculature  -- blah blah blah.  I want to run because I want to get high.
What good suburban mother doesn't occasionally want to shake it off?

I semi-started already. I bought leggings.  I don't look cool in them, but that's not the point is it? The point it to get high. On my own cannabinoids.

The journey of a great lush high begins with that first step out my door, according to science.

Looking left and right for any neighbors who might witness me and shudder to see a middle-aged mom in leggings "running," the action or movement of a runner, something I haven't done willingly since I was ten because of the uncomfortable jiggling and gravitational pulling, plus, you know, the exercise of it. And I have to be back in time for bus pick-up.

But there's nothing like desperation for motivation.

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