
I was feeling quite out of place last night. A little unsure about somethings that had transpired around me. I just knew something was not right. I felt a little purposeless. So with the advice from two brilliant people (if you couldn't guess...my wise and loving parents), I decided to make myself a schedule for the next day. Which would be today. Wake up. Go for a run. Get ready. Eat some lunch. Go to the Library. Finish my Essay. Check out the dance class I want to join. Go Grocery shopping. Eat dinner. etc. etc. Such is today.
My run. It was exactly what I needed. Leggings. Sweatshirt. Tennis Shoes. Scarf. Mittens. Ipod. It was quite brisk. But perfect. The sun hadnt come out yet. I explored the trail in the woods along the Thames River. It was serene with only a few old river men out and about and the occasional runner. Adele was playing on my ipod. The soundtrack to my thoughts and the bounce in my step. It was scenery right out of a movie. Gravel trail stil wet from the morning mist. Horses nibbling at the green grass beside me. Old houses. Fields of green. Cobblestone and wooden fences covered with green moss. I had no idea where these trails led so I let myself explore. Over bridges. Through the woods. Next to ponds and little rivers. Until I ended up in the "backyard" of Christ Church College. And then...my ipod died. Fortunately. Because I spent the rest of my run listening to the chirping of the birds, the honking of the geese, the breeze through the trees and the drippling of the Thames. And as if to say hello, the sun came out and warmly kissed my face. Soon after, I came to a stop where the trail ended at the Boat Houses where the rowing boats are kept. There was a young man with a red beanie and river boots who knodded good morning. I was looking across the river in the other direction and before I knew it the lad was in a quaint little boat punting across the river to where I needed to get. I wish I could say that I realized it sooner and asked him for a ride across the river since the other side is directly from whence I came. But unfortunately I was too late and he was all the way across. But I ran back to the main trail to get home thinking to myself that maybe one of these days on my morning run along the Thames, I might be able to get one of these charming lads to give me a ride across the river so I can follow the back trail home.
Picturesque. A piece of my Oxford fairytale. Now on to the rest of my day...
My run. It was exactly what I needed. Leggings. Sweatshirt. Tennis Shoes. Scarf. Mittens. Ipod. It was quite brisk. But perfect. The sun hadnt come out yet. I explored the trail in the woods along the Thames River. It was serene with only a few old river men out and about and the occasional runner. Adele was playing on my ipod. The soundtrack to my thoughts and the bounce in my step. It was scenery right out of a movie. Gravel trail stil wet from the morning mist. Horses nibbling at the green grass beside me. Old houses. Fields of green. Cobblestone and wooden fences covered with green moss. I had no idea where these trails led so I let myself explore. Over bridges. Through the woods. Next to ponds and little rivers. Until I ended up in the "backyard" of Christ Church College. And then...my ipod died. Fortunately. Because I spent the rest of my run listening to the chirping of the birds, the honking of the geese, the breeze through the trees and the drippling of the Thames. And as if to say hello, the sun came out and warmly kissed my face. Soon after, I came to a stop where the trail ended at the Boat Houses where the rowing boats are kept. There was a young man with a red beanie and river boots who knodded good morning. I was looking across the river in the other direction and before I knew it the lad was in a quaint little boat punting across the river to where I needed to get. I wish I could say that I realized it sooner and asked him for a ride across the river since the other side is directly from whence I came. But unfortunately I was too late and he was all the way across. But I ran back to the main trail to get home thinking to myself that maybe one of these days on my morning run along the Thames, I might be able to get one of these charming lads to give me a ride across the river so I can follow the back trail home.
Picturesque. A piece of my Oxford fairytale. Now on to the rest of my day...
