You were as brave as traffic.
I borrow my boyfriend's t-shirts, sometimes...sleep in them, go running in them, then pop them in the wash. I almost regret washing them though; it's the strangest let-down because, for a single moment, his scent and mine are perfectly intermingled.
When I go running in the heat, I sweat, of course, and that is a fantastic feeling. But even better is the prickly, shivery electricity that I get as my body tries to cool me down. It starts as a tingly pulse at the tip of my scalp and winds its way down the nape of my neck and into my arms and legs, which suddenly become cold to the touch and rough with gooseflesh. Once that happens, I know I could run forever.
When I was a kid, I gave no thought to my appearance. For all the self-awareness I had, I may as well have been a small animal.
I wonder if I would like the taste of real coca-cola if I had it now. I don't fancy trying it again, though. That ship has sailed.