8 miles in 7:47 pace Lately I've been noticing a variety of unique smells that add enjoyment to a run. Someone's dryer vent blowing the smell of freshly cleaned laundry into the air. The sweet, delicious smell from the doughnut bakery (which smells even better than it tastes.) Someone's wood burning stove giving off that comfy campfire smell. Freshly showered teenagers and their recently spritzed cologne. The crisp air aroma of wet trees. Sometimes a smell takes me back in time to another memory where I experienced the exact same smell. Recently it was the smell of a wet, muddy trail that immediatly took me back almost 8 years when Aaron and I (just recently married) went to Lake Powell with friends. We were camping on the beach in the middle of July and it had been raining lightly all night. When we awoke and came out of our tent the sand was soaked and the smell of wet mud was peaceful and clean.
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