"I want to get high - so high!.....Well that's the funk elastic, the blunt I twist it. The slamafied, (buddafied) funk on your discus. Oh, what you messed with, you got to bare witness.
Catch a ho and another ho Merry Christmas"
Come on, everyone! You
KNOW you love
Cypress Hill!! ....okay? well? maybe not so much. Honestly, what do those lyrics even mean? And so maybe you're not so much into "
rollin' a fatty" (did I just write that?) as you are into getting that
endorphine high, but let's face it, you're still a
total junky! So, let's take a few minutes to talk about how great it is to get high!
One of my
RUNNYC amigas recently sent me an article from the New York Times titled,
Yes, Running Can Make You High . This might not come as a shock to many of you since you've probably experienced what a race or training run can do to your brain and consequently your emotions. I mean, as they say, the proof is in the puddin'! But the recent research mentioned in
this article on the infamous "runner's high" is quite interesting. The research confirmed that "endorphins were produced during running and were attaching themselves to areas of the brain associated with emotions, in particular the
limbic and
prefrontal areas." It also explains
that the
limbic and
prefrontal areas are those which are activated when people are involved in romantic love affairs or as
researcher Dr.
Henning Boecker of the University of Bonn states "when you hear music that gives you a chill of euphoria...'"
.
Dr. Boecker even suggests that "runners" may have become addicted to the sport in the first place because of their physical ability to get a "runner's high". I mean, could it really be possible that some people do not enjoy running because they just can not produce the level of endorphines necessary to keep junkies like us pumped for hours post run? The very idea that one's actual ability to even experience a "runners high" might be a major factor separating us endurance "crazies" from the rest of the non-running population is just phenomenal. It's like we're our own drug dealers and the only price we have to pay for our high is the time an energy it takes to rock out a quick 5miler.
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Well, I don't know about you, but I'm off to go deal myself some endorphins. Seriously, can we all just take a minute and give it up for euphoria on-demand! It's flippin' awesome!
