I usually fall asleep at night mad at myself that I didn't take any time during the day to just stop, look around, and smell the roses. The past few days I've been telling myself that I need to have at least one moment a day where I'm amazed at the wonder of the world. It's so hard for me to do that unless I spend time outside, unless there's some idea or fact that I learn that I'm just awed by. So, as one could guess, most days go by without any moment of wonder/awe.
Today I made the good decision, however, to work out outside. It was a nice temperature--not too hot, and even a little cool when I wasn't working up a sweat. Right off the bat on the trail I got a few good whiffs of something. It smells really good and I think it was a weed and it made me appreciative that even though weeds are, well... weeds... that they're still good for something every once in a while--like a dandelion. These weeds were white and had little tiny blossoms and there were a lot of them and they had a fabulous scent.
I'm pretty much out of shape again, endurance-wise. At first I was so worn out and cotton-mouthed that I thought I would have to stop. Eventually it got easier though. A few times I forgot that I was running.
On the way back home, I stopped at my elementary school and sat in one of the swings. I swung for about ten minutes and it was so great. I started going really high and a song by Thrice came on and I was looking at the sky and for a minute I felt like I was in a different place and that I was far away from my family and everything that was familiar to me and I was okay with it because I was under the same sky as everyone and everything else. I thought to myself, This is what it will feel like to be in England.
Today I made the good decision, however, to work out outside. It was a nice temperature--not too hot, and even a little cool when I wasn't working up a sweat. Right off the bat on the trail I got a few good whiffs of something. It smells really good and I think it was a weed and it made me appreciative that even though weeds are, well... weeds... that they're still good for something every once in a while--like a dandelion. These weeds were white and had little tiny blossoms and there were a lot of them and they had a fabulous scent.
I'm pretty much out of shape again, endurance-wise. At first I was so worn out and cotton-mouthed that I thought I would have to stop. Eventually it got easier though. A few times I forgot that I was running.
On the way back home, I stopped at my elementary school and sat in one of the swings. I swung for about ten minutes and it was so great. I started going really high and a song by Thrice came on and I was looking at the sky and for a minute I felt like I was in a different place and that I was far away from my family and everything that was familiar to me and I was okay with it because I was under the same sky as everyone and everything else. I thought to myself, This is what it will feel like to be in England.
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