A Real Walker's High

Since, even if I were to have immediately gotten onto the computer and written this post and posted it, it would've been around 3:00 a.m., I decided to just jot it down on paper to save for later. Unfortunately, I forgot even the day after to write it... so now this is two days late.

I went for a walk. I can't remember the last time I felt so good after a walk. I had a real walker's high, and if I weren't worrying about how I might feel the next day, I don't know how far I would've walked. My head felt amazingly clear, my legs are warm but not burning, and I literally feel little to no pain. It was a nice, light drizzle, cool but not cold, had no wind but wasn't stagnant, and it was quieter out with only a dozen or so cars on the end streets during my whole walk. It was serene - almost bizarrely heavenly. I, without a doubt, had an endorphin rush. I walked 0.8 miles - 4 laps. That more than doubled my average walk.

There is little doubt in my mind that my mood contributed to this. I'm not sure what contributed to the mood, though. Maybe it was chatting with Laura, maybe it was reading a blog post that really hit home, a combination of things, or what, I'm not sure. I've also been handling things unusually well (for me.) For instance, I found out Emilee can't go to the mall because of stringent parents. I fussed a bit, of course, but it wasn't long before I put that behind me and started planning for next week. I keep surprising myself. I'm also worrying a bit about, and watching out for signs of, bipolar mood swings. The moods tend to be like a pendulum swing and, while I seem to be swinging toward the hypomania/mania end, which has happy-times feelings most of the time, it often swings just as hard the other way. But, for now, I will enjoy this mood and this triumph for as long as I can.