I closed the apartment building door behind me as the blackened soles of my running shoes met the unforgivingly hard tile sidewalk. A local nearly shouldered me back into the door as he speed walked by, head down, transfixed on his cell phone. I tuck my keys into my running belt and start to jog. I dodge a puddle of dog urine, slide like Flat Stanley past an elderly couple occupying most of the sidewalk, then slip between dumpsters to run on the street. I nearly get run over by oncoming traffic so I duck between parked mopeds, dart over a pile of dog crap, and return to the sidewalk.
Those insights on the city are super relatable Jack! I've heard similar things about how BA is a bit of a concrete jungle. So like you said, good for short term living. Exited to hear more about your exploration! Disfruta!
Once again, excellent essay Jack. You’re an incredible storyteller!
Wonderful juxtaposition, Jack. Same activity, completely different experience. As a former runner, I get it. As a non runner, I’d get it too!
This is one of those essays that people will come back to often - especially myself.
Special title and special storytelling.
I felt your soul in this one.
"Running is my meditation."
I know what you mean Jack. Mine is hiking. When I'm out in the woods, in the trees with the sun streaming through I can clear my mind like no other place. I feel like I can handle life because its fog lifts and no matter what is going on, I will survive.
I do not live in a place that has a lot of trees so I typically have to drive hours to get to them so my "forest bathing" is not even a weekly endeavor.
Love how this essay’s written, Jack
You really brought me thru a journey there. One I never go thru having lived all my life in a tropical country. Thank you.
Beautiful essay Jack. It’s been special to watch you grow and evolve as a writer. Probably become better at the craft than those silly high school English teachers.
“like a monk meditating on the metro” is so good.
Celebrate this one :)