Athletes describe pushing their bodies to the limit and entering a euphoric state as their brain sloshes endorphins and other chemicals around their bloodstream. Some call it the runner’s high. Sadly, when I push my body to the limit, I usually just vomit. I have never achieved the so-called runner’s high, and perhaps that is part of the reason I hate exercising.
Just around the corner from my house in Beijing there’s a restaurant called Donkey BBQ. It has several stars on China’s Yelp equivalent and I’ve heard good things from Western friends who’ve eaten there.
I especially loved the exhilaration of running down the trail after the interminable tromp up the mountain. The thrill never lasted long, of course, because my parents, somehow possessed of an excess of eyes, instantly shouted at me to stop running, that I’d trip and break my head or fall straight off the edge of the trail.