There’s something oddly satisfying about that post-run high like finally getting to the sweet part of marmalade after chewing through the bitter rind. You’re exhausted, maybe even questioning your life choices halfway through, but then it hits: that wave of clarity and energy that makes it all worth it.
Does anyone else feel this way, or am I just romanticizing the struggle? I’m curious how others experience it. Do you have tricks to push through the tough moments, or does the promise of that euphoria keep you going? And for the seasoned runners does it ever stop feeling like marmalade, or does the contrast stay part of the charm?