As many of
you may be aware, I’ve had a rather rocky relationship with different
substances during my life. Although managing to remain drug and alcohol free, I
sometimes still tend to act in the obsessive and compulsive manner
characteristic of addictive personalities. Be it working obsessively, throwing
myself into new projects or suddenly deciding to give my motorbike a complete overhaul.
With all the relevant investigating in the internet, buying the correct tools
and of course instructional books to guide me. In fact in my obsessive
compulsive way, I am never happier than when I have a plan or project on the
go. Recently I lost two weeks of my life as I suddenly decided it was a good
idea to import good quality handmade iron and brass beds from England to Spain.
Within two weeks I’d set up a web site, a Facebook page, contacted with
suppliers and organized an import company. I eventually realized that selling
beds on a long term basis wasn’t something that I really wanted to do. By the
way I still think they’re great beds and you can buy them here.
But I digress.
My latest
project has been on myself and has to be said one of my most ambitious projects
of late. It all started “within” as we psychologists like to say. I was having
a typical anxiety attack at work, like you do. It didn’t help being the wrong
side of 45, smoking like a chimney and my only physical exercise was turning
the television from the football to formula 1. After having what felt subjectively
like a heart attack and being told objectively by my doctor that there was
nothing wrong with me I decided to put my money where my mouth is and put
together a Behavioural Program for myself (me being a behavioural therapist and
all that).
I stopped
smoking (more about that in another article), cut out fatty fried foods and
started what began as a bit of light exercise. Light exercise quickly changed
to running once or twice a week which became signing up for 10k runs with a
group of ex-pats that I have the misfortune to knock about with occasionally.
This has now become a weekly occurrence with running sessions during the week
in preparation for the weekend run, not to mention a delighted but bewildered
wifey.
You see it
turns out that running is the perfect sport for obsessive and compulsive
addictive types like myself. Addicts can be accused of being many things, such
as irresponsible, immature, narcissistic and self- centered, but being lazy
isn’t one of them. There is nothing more entrepreneurial than an addict trying
to get high. A great capacity for suffering and the ability to drag oneself out
of bed in the morning to find a way to score is a great skill that can be put
to good work when you have to find the motivation to go out running on a rainy,
windy autumn evening.
But why
would you want to do that? I hear you asking, as I too have asked myself many
times. It seems that it is all down to our endorphins, also
known as endogenous
opioid peptides that function as neurotransmitters that attach themselves to areas in
the limbic system (also known as the reward system) and to our prefrontal
cortex, where we rationalize. These two areas are also known to activate when
we are in love. They are the areas that move our emotions and can alter our
consciousness. No wonder that for years people commented on what was anecdotally
referred to as “runners high”, where a feeling of euphoria was experienced by
runners after completing a race.
This of course
would go a long way to explaining why I am feeling grumpy this week as I have
not been able to run or participate in a race at the weekend. I’m strung out!
The neuro- receptors in my limbic system are screaming for endorphins, they
want endogenous
opioid peptides and they want them now! Next week I’ll be giving them it because
I like that feeling, I’m a great fan of euphoria, I always have been.
I believe we all are and we have an innate desire to change our consciousness.
We do like a bit of euphoria and we can’t seem to help ourselves. We take mind
altering substances like coffee and nicotine, we drive fast, we throw ourselves
out of airplanes or we climb mountains, we love orgasms and we submit ourselves
to 10k races. Why? I suggest because of our innate desire to alter our
consciousness.
For me running is one of the most gratifying ways of getting high, and I’ve
tried various. It’s a moment of self discovery as you delve deep within
yourself to overcome self doubt and physical pain. You are alone but in company,
attached but at the same time detached. When you hit the magical moment, usually
after about 20 minutes where body and breathing become one it is a transcendental
moment, where I feel at one with the universe and is only surpassed by the
euphoria of reaching the finish line.