what is the minimum in life?
it magically became plus fifteen degrees yesterday. now i'm a snowboarder, and so, to have positive degrees in march is technically a negative, but... it's amazing how we forget how a minor adjustment in temperature begs us to come alive. this city, unlike none other in the world i'm sure, breathes life when it gets warm out. it's as though all of us wake up, and realize we've been wasting away this whole time.
and so, i ran.
i ran because i want to be in better shape for the touring ultimate season. i ran because i want this boob surgery to be worth it. i ran because jenn asked me to run.
i ran to the university and met up with another friend to throw the disc around, and then three other people asked us to play a game of pick-up.
i took the subway to queen street and at dinner with yet another friend and then went to go see a movie that made me wildly nostalgic for everything it means to be young in this country.
i drove my car to see yet another friend because i wanted to see how he was, and because it secretly warms my heart to share witty banter with him, although only he and i know that.
and then, on my way home, with the windows rolled down, with my springtime scarf and my springtime jacket on, i realized. i have become a member of this living breathing city. i did not drown in my sorrows. i'm not doing it clinging to a life preserver known as a relationship. i made this life for myself. me. on my own, and not within the shadows of someone else.
and so, i ran.
i ran because i want to be in better shape for the touring ultimate season. i ran because i want this boob surgery to be worth it. i ran because jenn asked me to run.
i ran to the university and met up with another friend to throw the disc around, and then three other people asked us to play a game of pick-up.
i took the subway to queen street and at dinner with yet another friend and then went to go see a movie that made me wildly nostalgic for everything it means to be young in this country.
i drove my car to see yet another friend because i wanted to see how he was, and because it secretly warms my heart to share witty banter with him, although only he and i know that.
and then, on my way home, with the windows rolled down, with my springtime scarf and my springtime jacket on, i realized. i have become a member of this living breathing city. i did not drown in my sorrows. i'm not doing it clinging to a life preserver known as a relationship. i made this life for myself. me. on my own, and not within the shadows of someone else.