I was just listening to a TTBOOK that included some scientists who were trying to study the elusive and legendary "runner's high" and determined that the levels of a particular cannabinoid increase in humans and dogs but not ferrets after 30 minutes of running (compared to 30 minutes of walking or 30 minutes of resting). So that's a thing that happens, apparently.

I love that their mind went to the Running of the Ferrets. Do you suppose they tried any other animals? "We're ready for the next test subject. Get one of the interns to chase this penguin around for half an hour making seal noises."

With these knees, I'm not likely to get an endorphin rush from running unless a bear stumbles across me at the local lake.

Or dig a DEEP DEEP hole and have y'all help me with an alibi.

I have relatives who own property in the woods, no longer have dogs, and travel frequently. IJS.

I get no endorphin rush at all. But I do get a sense of "I can kick ass now." I wouldn't exercise or bear children for that feeling because it would ineffectual when actual drugs are more easily accessible and long-term cheaper.

I have to figure out what to wear today.

I don't think I have any endorphins.

I don't know if I would recognize an endorphin high if it bit me on the nose.

That's pretty much what I was thinking. I mean, maybe?

They, they talked a little about why they chose ferrets (they wanted a mammal that didn't have extended periods of exercise as a normal behavior) and how for the control period they wanted everyone walking instead of running but the ferrets wouldn't co-operate so they just rested. . It sounded pretty funny; I'd watch that documentary.

I don't get an endorphin high from regular maintenance exercise. I used to get them after swim meet events. I think for me it requires an exercise push well beyond the norm fueled by adrenaline.

I have never got it from exercising- I have from performing/doing quick changes/ other theatre events. I experience it so rarely now that I am mostly in the construction phase of theatre

I do feel very good after a hard swim, a little bit dazed, and hungry. But it's not really a high. And the hungry part is bad because I constantly have to argue myself off the bacon-egg-and-cheese-biscuit ledge. If I manage to avoid eating for twenty minutes my appetite returns to normal.

I think ferret life could be a good life.

And I am going back to sleep.