Hooked on a Feeling

So let me preface this post by saying I'm not a runner. I'm not any sort of athlete, come to think of it. I'm woefully uncoordinated and unathletic, and I have no desire to push myself physically (or mentally for that matter). I did not play sports in high school or in any organized capacity whatsoever. I did run a 5K in law school, but that was mainly because my friends and I though the dean was kinda cute and it was a "run with the dean" event. We did not train and by the time we finished the 5K, everyone was already packed up and at the bar at the post-race bar event. Come to think of it, that may have been another reason we ran the race--we loved the bar! So anyway, recently some friends of mine decided that we should start running. It started with the idea to run a 10-mile race in May, but that didn't work out for many reasons. The plan somehow morphed into running a half marathon this fall, the rationale being we could train all summer. I didn't plan on running the half marathon because I'm not a runner--have I mentioned that? But I thought this would be a good opportunity to give running another shot. So I started running a bit this summer--a few miles a couple days a week. And I have to say that even though I hate every stinking second that I'm doing it, I feel good afterward. Plus, some friends and I ran a race last weekend--2 of us did a 5K and the others did a 10K, and I have to admit, being timed and racing against others was such a rush. I did better than my target time, but I know I can run faster--I think I'm hooked. I have the running bug and am scoping out some races and even thinking of doing that half marathon. Or maybe this is just the endorphins talking.