So it’s been awhile since I’ve had the chance to be outside in the noontime hours (and since I have had a chance to write about running!). I have been working on a project that is taking me all throughout the country, 50/50: A Dating Documentary.* The good news is while traveling I was able to run in almost every single state (shazam!) and now that I have a bit more time I’ll be recounting those runs here, and we’ll see the country through the lens of running together.
But today, Thanksgiving, I had the chance to not be in a car in the afternoon. Instead, I was able to wake up late, drink coffee with friends, and take my running shoes outside with the sun directly overhead through a residential neighborhood. And you know what I found?
The heavenly aroma of food being cooked. Every few houses, out wafted the scents we associate with friends, family and autumn turning to winter. As I continued running, laughter started peeling out through open kitchen windows. And then on the trails, sets of families were out on walks, kids holding their parent’s hands and sons obviously home from college trekking and yakking with their dads.
I almost only have experienced a holiday from the inside. And I have to say, it was quite a treat to see it from the outside. Noontime run on Christmas, anyone?
*If you’re so inclined you’re welcome to read my tales from that journey here.