Growing up people always told me “careful with all that chocolate, one day you will wake up and be heavy as a cow”. I feel like the same theory applies here except I worry that one day I will wake up and discover I have turned into a tortellini.
So I wake up, put in my blue m&m headphones, and take off on my very first run since leaving the states. Instead of crossing the bridge, I run about a mile alongside the river. It’s hard not to stop every five steps because literally this entire workout is one big photo-op.
The glittering sun is too distracting on the water, and when I pass a huge dam, I stop to marvel so long I can’t remember why I was out in tennis shoes to begin with. Ooh the difficulties of living in a fairy tale.
As I jog, my playlist transports me to another level that it can’t from within the confines of a sweaty 24-fitness center.
"And we are high and seeking, oh we are reaching new heights and seeking, how to keep them."
Other friends such as Far East Movement and One Republic accompany me on my morning workout- turned-enlightenment, and before I know it, I must force myself to head back before I am late for class.
It’s funny how something as simple as running can be so exciting when it’s your first time in another country. Ordinary activities that have always seemed so monotonous- getting ready in the morning, eating, showering- have become acts of self-reflection and exploration due to the sheer novelty of the circumstances.
I hope the magic never wears off.
The magic won't wear off as long as you stay enamored with what you're doing.
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