Soon, something happens. My feet pick up, the rain metaphorically evaporates and I slide slowly, sweetly into a familiar parallel universe, an other-worldly zone where everything feels effortless, worries disappear and time ceases to exist.
Because time no longer exists, I am late for dinner, and promptly told to sit on a towel. But I have never been more content to marinate in rainwater and my own sweat, because I am high.
This euphoria is called ârunnerâs highâ, and there is a physiological reason for it. Recent research has found the most likely type of bodily chemical responsible for the runnerâs high are endocannabinoids, which work on the same brain receptors as THC, the active compound in cannabis. The longer the session, the more endocannabinoids released into the bloodstream. I am, quite literally, an addict. I realise it also makes me one of those irritating people who earnestly tells other, less irritating people, that they like running and actually m