“I’d always hated running. Born-again joggers described how they got addicted to the rapture of running, how they achieved a nirvana known as a runner’s high. Right. I’d always firmly believed that – much like the high of auto-asphyxiation – the bliss came more from a lack of oxygen to the brain than any sort of endorphin rush.”

“I’d always hated running. Born-again joggers described how they got addicted to the rapture of running, how they achieved a nirvana known as a runner’s high. Right. I’d always firmly believed that – much like the high of auto-asphyxiation – the bliss came more from a lack of oxygen to the brain than any sort of endorphin rush.”

— Harlan Coben