On my runs I mostly smell pine. But I feel lucky and blessed that this is the case.
Tonight I was driving along my regular run route and felt the restlessness in my feet. It’s been a few days since my last run. I need to get out tomorrow.
Along the route I run, there are distinctive scents at different spots. There’s a bend right about the start of my run that has the heady fragrance of frangipani (only in the early hours of the morning) that fades into the fetid rush of a gutter. Further down, there is the smell of exhaust when a few trucks rumble over the speed-breakers. This stretch is followed by air that is fresh and crisp and the road seems like it could go on forever. Somewhere along that peaceful length of road is a temple from incense wafts out.
A complete run loop with the fragrant and the noxious.