One of my (Alex) favorite activities that I haven't done much of over the past year is running. This evening I took off on a quick, short run and thoroughly enjoyed myself. The following were my thoughts over my twenty minute run-- please realize that while running thoughts are rarely logical or sequential.
- Late summer evenings are noisy. I could hardly hear myself think due to all the noise-- crickets, locus, cicadas. After while it was like a bad case of ringing in my ears.
- Two caterpillars crossed the road in front of me. One was very furry and dark black. Supposedly according to the Farmers' Almanac this is predicting a cold, snowy winter. The next caterpillar was black but with tinges of orange which I suppose means a mix of mild and stormy weather. I wonder if any one has done studies on how reliable caterpillars are in weather prediction.
- For several minutes I had a song stuck from kids camp stuck in my head. It is fast and upbeat and is a good running song. The downside is it only about 6 lines and probably less than 15 seconds starts to finish. When a song is that short you can play it over and over and over, thus it became even noisier in my head with this song playing, plus the insects, plus the sound of my feet on the road as well as my lungs gasping for breathe-- so much for a peaceful, quiet run.
- I think it is called "earworms" when you get a song stuck in your head--earworms just sound gross. Check it out on Wikipedia. Earworms
- It smelled like August tonight-- freshly cut grass, someone grilling, and ripening tomatoes.
- Even though it was evening it was still hot-- just under triple digits. The nice thing about the road I was running on was trees on both sides creating shade-- we did not have such luxuries during cross country practice in high school on those hot dusty afternoons.
- One side of the road I was on abuts the side of the cemetery. I also really enjoy running in cemeteries but that's another story. Arthur and I have discussed before whether property values are higher or lower near cemeteries. It is almost like living near a park and the neighbors would be fairly quiet.
Arthur runs with me sometimes and I am sure that his thoughts are much more orderly and he probably gets tired of my outbursts about earworms and property values but he still listens to me go on. Or maybe he has to since it is difficult to get ignore someone rambling on next to you. He also doesn't like to talk while running so I get to monopolize the conversation with random thoughts of a runner. Omnia Vincit Amor.
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