Running, but going nowhere

Since El Hombre left Tokyo earlier this month, I've run exactly 49.49 km. If I were to psychoanalyze myself, I would say I am substituting intimacy with running. The emotional high you get from being with the person you love, substituted with the emotional high you get from the adrenaline after a good run. It's not anywhere close to a perfect substitute, but it will have to do for now. One side effect: I love how fit and healthy my body feels with all this exercise. And maybe I will attempt a half-marathon in my lifetime after all.