I have a confession to make.
I’m addicted…
To a special kind of drug.
It’s not a drug that’s easily obtained.
I have to work for it.
Hard.
I’m talking blood, sweat, and tears.
Sometimes, I think I can go a day without it, but then my body protests.
So I cave in to the craving.
My drug of choice?
Adrenaline.
My dealer?
My body.
You see, every time I exercise, I get a shot of the good stuff, and it energizes me in a way that my beloved Mountain Dews never did.
The trip I’m on when adrenaline’s high kicks in is one comprised of confidence and self-fulfillment.
It’s also one of satisfaction that I’m reaching goals I’ve set for myself.
It doesn’t matter what time of the day I get my fix…the adrenaline is always ready and willing to give me a boost.
It seems fairly harmless…until I go without it. That’s when I realize just how much I need it.
So, if you ever wonder what drives me to get up at o’dark’30, lace up my shoes, and engage in some kickboxing action, it’s because of the natural high I’ll be on afterward.
Or if you ever wonder what in the heck I’m doing jogging on the treadmill or around the neighborhood late in the afternoon after I’ve already done a morning workout and spent a day teaching my high school kiddos, you’ll better understand.
It doesn’t matter how long the session…fifteen minutes or fifty-five…or the time of day my fix occurs.
My inner-junkie gets pacified, and I become a more tolerable human being.
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