Smile
There’s this guy. He’s super fast and I pass him on the West Side Highway. Usually he wears a red shirt. Frequently he’s very sweaty. And he always has a smile on his face. All. The. Time.
At first I thought, what is this guy happy about? I’ve got a cramp in my side, a blister on my left foot, and my legs feel like lead. Sure, it’s nice to be out here, but my running face usually says “Hey! I’m hardcore! This hurts and I’m gonna kick your butt!”. My game face, if you will. No smiling allowed.
Or so I thought…
I digress. Mr. Smiley runs past me again. Surprise surprise, his eyes sparkle and he smells like roses. Still confused, I decided to start smiling for the rest of my run too. I had to find out what he was so crazy about. What proceeded to happen was nothing less than a little brain chemistry, neuroscience, and stuff that Jonah Lehrer is more apt to explain. In my terms though:
a) Running immediately got easier, if not even more fun. I started going faster.
b) Became happier and more optimistic about my run. Felt as though I could go farther, longer, and faster.
c) My “game face” quickly went out the window. Smiling made me feel like a badass. It felt good running past people essentially saying “hey, I love this!”
d) Another way to motivate myself. Ever heard of the term “grin and bear it”? This is that phrase at it’s finest. Pain is pleasure and you might as well put a smile on for it.
What do you think about this? Do you smile while you run?
Try it next time as a little experiment: 10 minutes regular, then 10 minutes smiling. Repeat for your whole run. What happens?

