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<\/a>Very blue.\u00a0 I don’t know how else to describe it.<\/p><\/div>\n
The wind picked up slightly, blowing my hair out of my face. We stopped running, and settled ourselves at the high tide line, where the water lapped our toes. I trailed my fingers in the water, and felt the sweat on the back of my neck evaporate. The sound of ocean hummed in my ears until it was all I could hear; that, and my heartbeat in my throat and temples and my wrists.<\/p>\n
My friend yelped as a wave crashed over the tips of her sneakers. I laughed.<\/p>\n
We ran along the waterfront; past a group of people taking photos of a silver fire hydrant, or possibly the warehouse across the street (it\u2019s artsy, or something); past a man propped on the remains of one of the old cement blocks, in the water; past several fish houses and a painting of a man\u2019s orange face.<\/p>\n
\u201cHow do you think they did that?\u201d my friend asked.<\/p>\n
\u201cWith difficulty,\u201d I said.<\/p>\n
<\/a>I’m imagining an inflatable raft.<\/p><\/div>\n
We turned to face the hill; we craned our necks up and up and up, until we were no longer looking at the quiet street but at the clouds that streaked the sky. We had to go back.<\/p>\n
Our sneakers beat into the worn pavement. Our voices died, replaced with the ragged sound of our breathing. Up the hill. We ran.<\/p>\n
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Several days later, I tugged on an old regatta shirt with long sleeves and a pair of leggings. It was drizzling, and freezing cold outside. It was also 10:00 at night.<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m going for a run,\u201d I told my roommate.<\/p>\n
\u201cDon\u2019t die,\u201d she said.<\/p>\n
I ran down Union Avenue; it\u2019s lit, and the orange glow from the street lamps cast everything in the shades of Halloween. I dashed past a glowing black cat clutching a pumpkin, several flickering jack-o\u2019-lanterns, a ghost swaying from the trees. Trees, with their leaves barely clinging to the branches, obscured the night sky.<\/p>\n
My heart hammered wildly in my chest. I kept running. My legs cramped, the muscles in my thighs seized. I kept running.<\/p>\n
I had received a phone call at about 9:00 P.M., from home\u2014one of my cats, at only seven years old, had taken very ill and died in the space of only two days. On top of everything else\u2014it\u2019s the time of year when my homework is piling up and my brain starts to fracture\u2014I sprinted out my door, into the night.<\/p>\n
The air cooled my burning eyes.<\/p>\n
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To be clear, I hate running. I have short legs and a rather curvy figure and basically that completely wrong body type for running. But running does something to me that most other forms of exercise cannot: it clears my mind. Rain, sun, night, day, wind, snow\u2014it does not really matter to me. What does matter is the fresh air and the burning in my legs and lungs, and the comforting quiet of the nearby Tacoma streets.<\/p>\n
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I got five and a half hours of sleep the night before. Not because of homework, or my wild social life (just kidding) (my social life is the least wild thing in the history of college students), or even relationship … Continue reading