To the park, 7 laps around, and back. Didn’t runkeeper it but shoulda been about 8ish miles. The fireworks exploding in the sky with my music blasting and high on weed was pretty magical, but the smog was pretty fuckin nasty
Although the gunpowdery smell reminded me of jet skiing on the lake with my dad. Interesting how olfactory is so strongly tied to memory
I volunteered to work tomorrow (time and a half pay) so that’s my excuse to not get shithoused
|