It is getting late for the day before a workday, and I should be sound asleep. As I don't seem to be able to settle down, I'm recapping on the day.
I woke up at my usual time, even with the alarm turned off. It was too early for a Sunday morning, so I stayed in bed, gazing up at the bare roof. I'm tired of waiting to get deployed at work. I just want to be out of Kingston now. It isn't that this city is unenjoyable, it's simply knowing that another intriguing adventure awaits. The tasks I'm doing are also not very inspiring anymore, my work with the professor has hit a number of setbacks, and I am not looking forward to convincing her to lower some of her requirements for me to finish things on time. Even if she does, I'm not sure how things'll go. Tomorrow, when I can pull some of the samples out and analyze them, will tell.
I cleaned the room a bit, picking up garbage, folding some clothes, washing some dishes. The room was cleaner, but still messy. I didn't want to look at everything anymore, so I picked up the violin and left for the Queen's campus. I need to bring the instrument in to get some upgrades. It needs new pegs, and new strings probably wouldn't be amiss. I've played it a lot recently, and am finally able to play some songs; albiet poorly. It is truly an instrument I enjoy though, as practice is more a delight than anything.
I parked the car on the Queen's campus, which was relatively empty, grabbed my gear and headed to the music building. It was... locked for the weekend unfortunately, something I'm not used to in Waterloo. As I had planned on jogging after practice anyways, I threw my violin back in the car and ran for the first time in months.
It was liberating.
Running through campus, I jumped every railing I deemed safe, leapt on and over every concrete block... remembering the days I tried to parkor. My first ipod, complete with a playlist from first year, played tunes to keep me going. I had recently found the ipod nano, squashed in the bottom of a box full of a myriad of items. As old as the songs were on it, and as poor the playlist selection was, it felt good to listen to them again.
I ran through parks, and in between buildings. Saw people on picnics, playing tennis, practicing kendo, skateboarding, and couples sitting underneath trees. Around another bend was the lake, and so I had the chance to fulfil a daydream I once had in grade twelve, imagining what life at Queen's would've been like... if I had come. Sweat, strain, and desperate breaths; what an amazing feeling. It was truly good to be running again.
So, a childhood daydream brought to reality. Not a bad way to spend the day I suppose, although it didn't lead to some revolution or life altering event; it did make me feel somewhat fulfilled. It isn't everyday that you get a chance to take a peak down "the other path", especially when you've already walked so far on the one you've chosen.
There seems to be so much I need to work on still.
