Just had to post this as I'm coming back to running proper after 8 months (and a stone and a half weight gain!) of being lazy - hope to lose the weight by Christmas.
Anyhow, on Saturday August 6th I was feeling incredibly stressed. The culmination of the last five months of moving house, looking for a new job and organising a wedding had finally got to me. I had 3 options - chocolate (lots!) cigarette (no no no!) or a run.
I went for a run in an area completely unknown to me running wise, and soon found myself running down a bridleway. I just leant forward and trusted that my feet would keep up, and they did! I had to wave my arms around like a loony though!
Then something occured to me. I was feeling really, really happy. To express this happiness I let out a shout of joy, much to the suprise of a farmer in the next field. I ran for 20 mins, then turned round and headed back to the hotel.
2 1/2 hours later I was married to the most beautiful woman in the world!
Just thought I'd share.