Runner's high?

I have to tell you, I'm feeling pretty good right now.

We just arrived back home today from our holiday with the family. We didn't go far, just a short 3 hour drive east to the greater Houston area. Today was my run day, but we didn't have time this morning with all the packing. We told my brother and sister-in-law that we would just run this afternoon. I was thinking, "Yeah, right... we'll run this afternoon... yeah, yeah... that's the ticket!" I thought it was possible. However, more probably, highly unlikely. I snacked on Cheez-its in the car. I drank a Coke. We rolled into town around 4:00. We unloaded the van. And I thought, "No way am I going running."

But my husband said, "Are you ready? How many miles are we doing?"

I sighed and said, "Okay. But we don't have dinner. And I have laundry to do. And what about the kids? And it's going to get dark soon. And we still have to go shopping."

And he said, "Are we going? It's your call."

I said, "Okay, fine. My training plan says my weekday runs should be 4 miles this week. But I think I can only do 3."

He said, "Okay, we'll see. Let's go."

We went. And how far did we go?

4 miles. With hills. Seriously, 4 miles. With hills. I am feeling like a rock star.

Here's the weird part, and I told him the same after we got back -- at no point during that run did I feel bad. Which is weird. Because typically, at some point in all of my runs, even the short ones, some part of me feels bad. My legs, my lungs, my feet, my brain. I'm either tired, achy, twingy (I'm pretty sure this isn't a word - what I mean is the word 'twinge' but in the form of an adjective. It sounds likes a real word when I say it.), breathless, or weak. Something. But this time was just different. And I have no idea why. Seven weeks ago when I ran this same neighborhood route, I just about died.

I tell you, some crazy stuff is happening.

I don't understand it, but I like it, and I hope it keeps happening.