I looked at my right forearm: white, crusty, dried drool … ew.
Scratching the drool off my arm, I found myself alone and walking down the path toward town. It was only 5 minutes before that I had been lying on my bed not wanting to move. I had had no intention of leaving my room all afternoon. Where was I going?
I was headed out. I did not know where … I was just going out. I had my white Asics on, so I decided to run. I had my ipod in my hand, so I decided to listen to music. I did not want to listen to the normal rap junk that I usually run to. I was in the mood to relax, to feel relieved.
Then it happened.
It picked up slowly, coming through the tree leaves, brushing the pine needles and then finally whipping across my face. It was the most relieving breeze; something Urbino had not experienced in over 7 days.
It had been stifling hot all week, suffocating almost, making almost everyone quite …irritable. We were ALL in need of a break. I needed something more. I needed to be rejuvenated with energy and … well … sanity.
It was the relief from the sun and scorching temperatures that gave me my physical relief.
It was being alone with my Kenny Chesney melodies that brought my thoughts in order.
It was my running that made me sweat, relieving me of all the toxins and stress from the week.
I was pacing myself; one foot in front of the other on the uneven cobblestone. I could actually hear my footsteps over my music … an abnormal occurrence for me. I did not need to drown out my own panting in order to continue my run, I was breathing just fine.
I reached the end of my trek at the cathedral.
The dried spit had been sweat off, my ipod had died and I could breath.
I was relieved.