Since I haven’t been able to do my big run the last few days, I did it today. And it was different. It was running on memory lane, if you’ll excuse the lame play of words. I ran from Amersfoort, through Hoogland West to Baarn and back. I ran past old home-to-school-bike-routes, I saw familiar, now older faces, I ran past the houses of old play friends. I ran past the spot where a girl I knew from my old best friends’ neighborhood got killed crossing a road no one should, wanting to buy candy at a gas station. Somehow, I ran past her mother within the next kilometer. I saw the sister of an old classmate. I smelled cow shit and I liked it. I stepped in it too, didn’t like that. I always forget the beauty of the Dutch skies (when it’s not completely cloudy), but running through these flat fields, with a low sun and amazing skies, shamelessly cut into pieces by airplane pollution, I was clearly reminded. I ran where I used to go rollerblading, many times with my father on his bike following me. I saw the bar where we stopped once for a coke. I saw the garden store where we sometimes bought our Christmas tree. A scary thought hit me after 8km, when I was half way, what if my ankle stops now? 8km from home, without a car in sight? But it didn’t. 16km! A new record! I can’t say in what times, since I don’t have the software of my running stickythingy on my new computer (hophop). Maybe I’m writing in a bit of a mess, but I just wanted to write this down, how it felt running through old times. And the fact that I ran 16km!