hi's
MoonbeeR
the motivation for a runner would be completely different than that of a heroin(e) addict. right? they are both seeking something, but the runner's intent is different.
addicts are driven by issues from childhood. whether it be spoiled rotten, abuse, or death of a parent-or whatever deep seated soul-pain is driving it. it is not an act of love to stick a needle in your arm ONCE.
a runner's motivaton may be for health, life span, escape the spouse, or to improve/enhance the quality of their life. they already for the most part have "it" together. dopey on the other-arm wants to stop the pain.
there are tons of factors that would be almost impossible to weigh regarding the actual length of time it takes one to become addicted to heroine. frequency, quality of dope, the individual's metabolism AND the driving force (soul-pain) behind it.
the insanity is it makes one (most) sick initially, then depending on your willingness to get sick, tolerate it/tolerance - knock knock - addiction. then you have to keep doing it to not get sick. makes sense. makes absolutely no sense. that is the nature of addiction.
heroin IS an honest drug. it tells you the truth immmediately. cocaine deceives.
years ago i pumped iron and ran five miles a day. I'm older now and wiser, so i don't even walk. my motivation then (to run) was a cute detective in that hole in the wall gym. i loved the benefits of running at the time. weights were my first love because of the mental discipline it gave me. once again, older and wiser, i have to be careful picking up my webster's encyclopedia.
years ago i dabbled in drugs. my motivation was different than working out. i had a decent childhood. i simply grew tired of feeling all the time. i thank the gods there was no detective in sight.
these days i get "higher" than i ever did from drugs or exercise. it isn't all the time, nor is it rare for me. sometimes it's for no reason, and sometimes it's from the mountains, music, people, and pursuing my goofy interests. i don't understand it, but i get (the best) a real high.
Thank you, MoonbeaR time for me to do my dance to the endorphin gods.
