For over 14 years, I have been running 3 miles nearly every other day. I had to force myself when I started back in 1995, and I hated running then and now. Really, I hate it about as much now as I did when I started. What I have never quite been able to understand is the way people carry on about runners as if they suffer from a compulsive disease, like an addiction. They are said to crave running because (so the argument goes) it is supposed to give them a narcotic-like rush called the “Runner’s High“:

Researchers in Germany, using advances in neuroscience, report in the current issue of the journal Cerebral Cortex that the folk belief is true: Running does elicit a flood of endorphins in the brain. The endorphins are associated with mood changes, and the more endorphins a runner’s body pumps out, the greater the effect.
Leading endorphin researchers not associated with the study said they accepted its findings.
“Impressive,” said Dr. Solomon Snyder, a neuroscience professor at Johns Hopkins and a discoverer of endorphins in the 1970’s.
“I like it,” said Huda Akil, a professor of neurosciences at the University of Michigan. “This is the first time someone took this head on. It wasn’t that the idea was not the right idea. It was that the evidence was not there.”
For athletes, the study offers a sort of vindication that runner’s high is not just a New Agey excuse for their claims of feeling good after a hard workout.
For athletes and nonathletes alike, the results are opening a new chapter in exercise science. They show that it is possible to define and measure the runner’s high and that it should be possible to figure out what brings it on. They even offer hope for those who do not enjoy exercise but do it anyway. These exercisers might learn techniques to elicit a feeling that makes working out positively addictive.

I wish they’d hurry up. Because seriously, running sucks. Big time. I could certainly use the runner’s high, because it hasn’t gotten easier to run after all these years. In fact, on a cold and clammy day like this, it feels like genuine torture.
At the rate I’m going, I’ll probably develop “Boomeritis” before I ever manage to eke out the slightest “high.”
(And now I gotta run!)
MORE: Post-run, and still no runner’s high! Being accused of getting such a thing is no fun; it’s like being accused of having fun when you’re making yourself miserable. (Like a celibate accused of hedonism…)