I am sat here, basking in the afterglow of a morning run in the fresh London air. When I say “fresh” I mean it was a bit chilly, I am sure running along a busy inner city road doesn’t exactly do wonders to the air quality. Amsterdam has left me a bit sniffly (that’s what you get for pretending to be a young ‘un in your mid-30s) and I was armed for the run with 3 sheets of my trusted Plenty kitchen towel – I swear that stuff is the best thing as far as running tissues go.
One of the things keeping my mind occupied as I was running was the whole smells thing. I am sure you are familiar with how you can smell everything more acutely as you run; cigarette smoke, the lingering smell of a woman’s perfume, sewers… Some smells annoy me; like cigarette smoke – I almost feel pain in my lungs as I pass a smoker. And then sometimes you smell a blooming flower or aftershave that instantly reminds you of something and brings back a memory. Keeps your mind busy and distracted when you get sudden flashbacks to years gone by.
The run itself wasn’t easy today. I only ran just over 10km as I am still trying to allow my leg to adjust to the impact. But I did it and I loved being outside rather than stuck in a gloomy gym. Silver lining and all that.