2 trails + extra
I don’t remember much from my run because I’m writing this entry a day late.
7 Things I Remember More than a Day After my Run
- it was hot and sticky, and I sweat a lot
- the trail was crowded with bikers and walkers and a few runners
- I could hear the rowers, faintly, below
- I chanted a lot of my triple berries: strawberry/blueberry/blackberry
- oh — just remembered! — a jackhammer and some other construction sounds. At the beginning, one of them sounded like the noise a roller coaster makes at the start of the ride, when it’s slowly climbing up the first hill
- instead of running through the oak savanna, I climbed up the 38th street steps to the paved path. Before starting again, I turned on a playlist
- as I ran with music, I picked up the pace, to match my feet to the beat
Seven was all I could remember today. That’s cool. I’m happy that I remembered the roller coaster sound. When I hear that sound, I don’t have one strong memory of a roller coaster ride — I used to ride roller coasters as a kid, but I was never really into them — just a swirl of fragments and feelings: that scary and exciting anticipation of the speed to come, the painfully slow climb of the car, the clicking/groaning/turning of the belt louder than anything else.