Saturday, March 13, 2010
Running along the Arno and through the winding streets of Florence is one of the most liberating experiences I've ever felt. As I sprint through the crowds, dodging pedestrians left and right, I feel like I'm flying through the air, rebelling against every feeling of confinement. It doesn't matter anymore that people are staring at me for being American, tall, blonde, etc. It doesn't matter anymore that I'm an athletic outcast in Italian culture. None of it matters. All I can think about and all I can feel is the cold wind on my cheeks and the pavement beneath me, and the hypnotic repetition of my steps as I discover more of this beautiful city.
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Hi Michelle,
ReplyDeleteThanks for the nice jogging description. Long distance runners sometimes talk about the loneliness of long distance running. It's not meant to be a bad thing, just a self-and-self-only thing. Running is a good time for me to sort through my thoughts. And also, thanks for your good blogs this semester. I have enjoyed reading your descriptions. dw