The "pick me up" story on the news is an interesting thing. It's the short and sweet one the poor anchors deliver after blurting out every horrible, inhumane, gloom-and-doom, hellfire-and-brimstone story to their audience. Usually, it's something appropriately heart warming, worth a "Oh, that's neat" and a smile, but not much else.
Tonight, however, the story was super intriguing. A college student (and a runner) used to run by a group of homeless drug addicts every morning, who would habitually wave hello. The idea of using a runner's high as therapy suddenly occurred to her, and, the very next morning, she quit her dream job to organize such a program. Addicts, the impoverished, and homeless people alike all meet with this girl and go on a huge group run, hoping to replace depression and addiction with the original high.
Being a runner and consequently a near-worshiper of the runner's high (which, by the way, is without question the absolute best and most rewarding sensation you could ever hope to experience), I think this is creative, and just plain awesome.
So let this stand as further proof of my best and most certain philosophy: endorphins, my friends, are a wonderful thing.
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