It’s no wonder that Forrest Gump just felt like running. He was in a funk. He was missing Jenny and his Mama and well as he stated, he just felt like running.
While I don’t normally just feel like running without a race or goal in mind, on the rare days that I am a bit grumpy or in a funk, as I was yesterday I really do just feel like running. I know that after the run I will feel great. Sure I’ll be tired and sweaty and hot, but emotionally a weight will be lifted.
I looked up endorphins to see why they made one feel so great and this is what I found (thank you as always Wikipedia):
“Endorphins are endogenous opioid polypeptide compounds. They are produced by the pituitary gland and the hypothalamus in vertebrates during strenuous exercise, excitement, pain, death, and orgasm, and they resemble the opiates in their abilities to produce analgesia and a sense of well being. Endorphins work as “natural pain relievers,” whose effects may be enhanced by other medications.”
Heavy man, heavy.
To be honest I had seen Forrest Gump about a hundred times and his running never made much sense to me. That was until I started “runnang” more seriously myself. Now it makes all the sense in the world.