My Apparent Addiction

My sister seems determined to associate running with an addiction. And in a way it's true. Just about everyone I know that has begun running has become almost instantly "addicted". It's something that "once you pop you just can't stop". There's no real way to explain why it is that people love the sport. I mean you can, but at the same time you can't. It's painful. You run and your body screams at you, your legs and lungs burn, and more often than not you throw up after a hard workout or race. Not something that most people would call enjoyable. Yet despite the pain we remain hooked on the sport. Some people may say it's the endorphins, but I can honestly say I've never felt the so called "runner's high". Yet I want to run, I want to run everyday and when I can't, or I'm not permitted to, it's really frustrating. Even if I'm only missing an easy workout, I genuinely miss it, and amazingly enough I miss the harder, more painful workouts, even more. So we run, we embrace the pain, and we keep going, maybe we really are addicted... It's something we do, and it has become a very very integral part of who I am, without running I don't know really what I'd do, or what kind of person I'd be, it's helped define me, and helped me discover in part who I am, and what kind of stuff I'm made of. So I guess you could say running is an addiction, but at least it's an addiction that makes the person better than they were before, at least I think it does. So give it a try, everybody's doing it :)