Notes from the running path
Diary entries from November, thoughts on feeling alive
The conditions
If you get out early enough, there’s no one on the path. It’s just you and the trees and a reservoir of water and the expanse of road that surrounds it.
The water looks like glass when the air is still and on these quiet days, I run without music because the pattern of my breathing is rhythmic enough to anchor me into my body — bring me h…
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