Run Mama Run

I started a couch potato to 5k program six weeks ago. Yeah, I know, but there doesn't seem to be anything lower on the activity scale than couch potato. Anyway, I still seem to be chasing that runner's high. Everyone that I know that runs on a regular basis talks about getting that endorphin rush that is better than sex with that beautiful blonde man from True Blood. I'm wondering when that kicks in for me. After I run, the first thing I do is strip naked and lie under the fan and wait for God to take me away in his flaming chariot, all the while my husband is ogling me. Maybe that's the runner's high--that fabulous feeling of being wanted even when I'm sweating profusely while crying and swearing at the same time.