I have recently taken up running/jogging as a way to stay physically fit, clear my mind, and relieve stress. In this blog post of “Composing A Present Scene” I will appeal to all five senses through writing about my running/jogging and the daily things I feel and observe while I do it.
My first steps out of the backdoor and the stuffy dusty inside air exhales out of my lungs and in comes the fresh outside air. My feet then start to step faster back and forth as I ease into a light jog. The rap music playing out of my old Apple headphones is playing on max volume. This isn’t the only thing I hear though. I can hear the wind hitting the inside of my ears as I run against it. I can also feel the wind on my face but it’s hot out so it’s like a blow dryer blowing out hot air on top of me already being hot from exercising. As I pass the old elementary school I used to attend, I start to feel the moisture run down my face and body. I lick my lips because they are as dry as a desert and I get an unpleasant taste of salty sweat. My 18 karat gold chain starts to rub against my neck. This rubbing combined with the sweat starts to irritate my neck and it turns red like a tomato. My ragged shoelace becomes untied and I pause for a moment to retie it. I feel the rough concrete on my knee as I use it as support to tie my shoe. On my route, I see an assortment of stores to acquire a drink to quench my thirst. My mouth is so dry it’s all i can think about. Something worse hits me though, the smell. Among these stores are two pizza shops and one chinese food restaurant. I can smell the fresh aroma of pizza as people put them in their cars to deliver or take home and enjoy for themselves. I don’t get a drink or food though as I pass too quickly by the time I decide to stop I’m already too far. As I enter the final stretch, I find myself staring down Baltimore Pike. I smell gas and exhaust as a result of all of the vehicles. It gets a little harder to breathe at this point. I compare it to standing in a room of people smoking cigarettes. I slow my pace down as I run down the hill so I don’t go to fast and fall. It’s bittersweet going down that hill because all the fast food restaurants are lit in the dark night and it’s beautiful and vibrant, but again I get that aroma of food which tempts me. I then realize I’m almost home where a free and healthier option is available. I get into my alley where the concrete is cracked and broken. I stay on the sides where they are decently safer to prevent myself from breaking an ankle. I pass all the parked cars that seem almost like they are sleeping, like some people at this point in the night. The decks on the back of the homes are like checkpoints, every time I pass one, I’m closer to my destination, home. I finally arrive at that destination with the sweat dripping, music still blaring, and thirsty as ever ready to replenish and shower then sleep till the adventures of the next day.
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