Warning: Sprinting causes orgasms...
This is the first time I heard this from a client but not the last. Exercise releases endorphins—runners high. A natural, on top of the world climax during & after the exercise is over.
When I was on my 80lb weight loss journey, I would be so amorous after training sessions my husband began to wonder what the hell I was doing with my trainer in those sessions.
Watch this quick video to see the post sprinting climax this client experienced:
I used to hate running. I wasn’t good at it.
It scared me. Feeling out of breath like my lungs might collapse wasn’t my idea of fun.
So I hired a running coach, Andrea Atkins, who taught me form, breathing & more importantly to believe in myself embracing this new running journey I was on.
I trained with my sister-in-law, Misty, a seasoned runner who I assumed loved every minute of running. One hot Tucson summer morning I was almost in tears saying ‘I hate this, I hate this.’ Misty, said “So do I”.
I thought I heard her wrong. I said “YOU” hate running??? She said “Yes, sometimes, many times; but I like the way I feel after.”
Then she said “Look ahead. See that cactus way up there? That’s what we are running towards.”
Then I did a half marathon. When I saw the finish line a half mile away I sprinted as fast as I could towards it.
Running is now my therapy. Moments of clarity come to me when I run.
This happens to be one of them:
My first half marathon at age 47.
I’m still amazed I did it. My goals were get to the starting line, not stop & get to the finish line. Oh and not die.
I’m proud I did it but have no desire to do it again.
My 226lb self never would have been able to do this.
I ran for her.
When I weighed 226lbs my trainer would run around the building with me.
After I lost about 50lbs he would send me out to run alone. I asked him why he didn’t run with me anymore & he said “I ran with you in the beginning because I wasn’t sure you’d make it around the building even once”.
I felt like I would die running around that building when I was that heavy. He would say “Just start & before you know it you will be finished”.
But even after I lost weight, running was still a struggle for me. I’d get out of breath quick, and after 3 minutes I wanted to quit.
When my sis-in-law, a seasoned marathon runner, asked me to do a half marathon with her, for some odd reason,which is still unclear to me to this day, I said “ok”!
So the training began. Running 3-4 times a week with someone who is faster & more seasoned than me was frustrating & hurt my ego at times.
I kept at the training because I didn’t want to die running 13.1 miles. It scared the shit of me—13.1 miles is a lot more than the laps I had been running around the building.
Up to that point I’d only run a mile at most.
I pushed through even when I didn’t want to get up at 4:30 a.m. before the Tucson summer heat kicked in. A friend even told me I wasn’t built for running & I was too old to run my first half marathon.
I was determined to get myself to the starting line. Yes that’s right, the STARTING line not the finishing line.
I realized it’s much harder to get myself to the starting line; once the starting gun went off I’d knew I’d finish. For me the victory was not in finishing the race but actually starting the race.
I was begging God the night before to give me food poisoning or a broken toe or anything that would prevent me from getting to that starting line. Instead he gave me the gift of facing my fear & running right through it.
In training even on vacation on our 25th Anniversary. I fell down, got a little hurt but picked myself off & still ran back to our hotel.
I made it. The starting line. Facing my fear head on.
My daughter would run with me on days I needed an extra push.
My first & only 11 mile run along the Hudson River on vacation. The night before I was at a scotch bar but I still got up & trained. I was dedicated to not dying the day of the half marathon. My fear was my biggest motivator.