passing fellow conwegians on the walking trail i get powerful unpleasant whiffs of perfumes and hairspray and freshly washed clothes, as if they had been soaked in soap and let dry
who the hell wears perfume to go running? or hair spray? i guess that lady i just passed does. more like all fifteen of them (not together) do. individuals. i encountered their smell trail
when i'm running i'd rather just take in all that is the outside air, the fall leaves and dirt and sweat and spit
not detergenty odors and fresh scents
i felt like gagging for a handful of seconds, and then it goes away until another flowery artificial aroma sneaks in my nostrils
after jogging a mile and cooling off, i set out to start another mile back east toward my block
on my way back i see 3 people i saw two days before
i try to make an effort to smile at people i pass, that's just me. i don't know what it is. i just love people. all kinds of people. well, not all of them. some people disregard me and look at the ground instead, but most of them just nod or smile back. i encountered a little girl swerving back and forth on a bicycle without training wheels, her father was swerving right along with her trying to keep her going straight on the path , she was all over the place. i was about to my 2 mile point as i passed them going the opposite direction and said 'you can do it!' her dad, 'we've come a long way...' (i thought the same thing in subject to myself) she just grinned in her pink helmet and steady pedaled on
