Running as medicine

I’ve only been running for 4 years, but there are days when I wonder how on earth I ever lived without it.

Truly I do.

Take this morning, for example.

Woke up with a headache, and whereas 4 years ago I’d’ve reached for a paracetamol, now I know better.  Laced up my running shoes and headed out into the cold, stiff breeze whipping off the Thames.

In less than 5 minutes, headache gone and I felt energised and ready to tackle the day.

I mean, how cheap was that “medical” treatment?!

And NO comments about the disastrous hair, thank you very much…I did specifically say there was a stiff breeze whipping off the Thames…

Last week in Paris, at the end of a long lovely day of sightseeing, and prior to meeting friends for dinner, I had a sudden dip in energy. The temptation was to flop on the sofa, have that kindly proffered cup of tea (& then, no doubt, a biscuit or 2 or 3 to accompany it).

Instead, out I headed for a short run, and came back full of beans, to find everyone else slumped in the same position I’d left them in.

It is amazing how good one feels after even the shortest of runs.  The exercise, the fresh air, the endorphins, whatever it is, it all works a treat.

And in such short time.

This morning, for example, I ran for less than half an hour. And to think that it would probably have taken that long for the paracetamol or aspirin to take effect…

Question is – why doesn’t the whole world run?

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