Today was my first run at home since Virginia. There is one thing I have realized and that is that Home Runs are so noisy. What I heard before I left was white noise that to my brain, having lived in this house 15 years and running for 5 of those, was assumed environmental output like the birds in Virginia. I live parallel to the highway and for the first time since I moved in it was incredibly loud. Not only was it loud but it was bothersome. Part of why I run in the morning is that it is or was peaceful and quiet. It’s nothing of the sort! In fact, the highway noise is so loud that I could hear it every step of my 3 miles which travels away from the highway for 1.25 before rounding back around to my house. I have been oblivious to it because it’s always the same and always there but now it seems so damn loud. I wonder if it will go back to normal and I will once again be oblivious to it. That would be nice but chances are that every time I step outside the front door I’ll think about how it never bothered me before and now it does. Blame it all on my parents I say. It’s their fault for moving there in the first place and making me travel there to see them forcing me to run there because well, I have to run. It isn’t that I want to run….I HAVE to run because it’s now part of me and that is good.
Note to self: always have someone to blame!
Note to you: HAPPY RUNNING!