This evening Taylor and I, whining, complaining, and expressing insincere phrases about how much we hate eachother went for a run along the canal. We ran 6 km, with only one break at the half way point. A good effect of peer pressure? She ran because I was still running, I kept running because she was running. By the end of it, we were pretty tired, but so alive! It felt so great to be outside, smelling the air. Noticing where the ice is melting away, where the grass is green, and how I couldn't see my breath.
One thing that was different about running with Taylor, was that we didn't talk. We both had music playing, and simply ran together. I usually don't like listening to music when I'm jogging, but this was different. The music was loud enough to tune out the traffic zooming past the trail we were running on. So I had the quiet of the night, and I was listening to praise music. My pace sped and slowed with the tempo of the song, my feet, my breath, my body - everything but my voice were going with the song, and I felt so blessed, so happy, and so close to God.
The night ended with tea, friends, and much mockery.
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Goodnight!
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