What Travel Running Means to Me: A Personal Essay
The scent of laundry detergent hanging in the air during warm spring evening takes me on a solo run through a neighborhood in Nice, France. Focusing not on touch, but rather taste and smell, French novelist and literary critic Marcel Proust once wrote about the madeleine, a shell-shaped cookie that triggered childhood memories. The familiar movement in my body while running is like Proust's comment about the madeleine.