I went on another great run this morning. I think running is becoming my new love. On top of everything else I already love to do. I love to do too many things if that’s even possible.
I’m back in my hometown for Spring Break, so I ran around my in-law’s neighborhood cause we’re staying with them. It was very damp and cloudy and cold, but I was surrounded by greens and browns. I even saw some squirrels which I’m fairly certain we don’t have in my college town. At least, I’ve never seen any. It’s the little things you miss most.
I ended up doing the same loop several times to hit the mileage I wanted, so I got to notice different things each time. Mostly, though, I noticed the smell. The smell of salt water in the air, of damp earth and trees, of new sticky sweet spring blossoms giving way to refreshing new leaves. I moved around the country a lot until I was about 6 and then we settled in the Seattle area of Washington. I grew up here. The smell in the air made me remember taking walks, and going to playgrounds with friends and my little brother. I remembered going to swimming lessons and afterwards getting a bag of mini Nutter Butters from the vending machine before we went home.
The trees and houses I ran by only were significant because I’ve been seeing them ever since I started dating the Actor, but the smell was much more universal.
I love humidity. I love the dampness of the air and the way it makes it smell.
I had a very good run. It was my longest and fastest to date, but it also made me remember a lot of good things about my past. It couldn’t have gone any better.