Familiar running paths I drag my lazy self along every Mondays and Wednesdays and (supposedly but pretty much never) Saturdays. The new pont Chaban Delmas - whose name I can never seem to remember - lights up a pretty blue at nights, depending on the river water levels. 

Running, the pain in the lungs and heavy legs fade away and a calm satisfaction of being at ease with your body takes over. Be it fast or slow, your body is a machine, moving forward at constant, almost automatic, movements. 

Thinking of nothing, thinking of everything. Running really clears your head. Dishwashing also clears my head but I think my body prefers running more. The sweat does me good.