Who doesn't love serotonin? Runners make more of the stuff. It's like we runners chase the stuff.
But sometimes we forget that that little beautiful molecule is our reward for the run. Lately, I've struggled significantly with my training. I blame some serious possible life choices and changes that I've been facing lately. I can't divulge more at this time. Everything is unresolved; everything is in limbo; everything hurts.
I'll feel worried or overwhelmed or angry or peevish or generally unhappy. I'll decide to not run. But then somehow I talk myself into the run because even though no one enjoys the beginning of each run, everyone loves the end.
Neurotransmitters are beautiful, beautiful things.
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