'niff it.

If you are a parent, you most likely have plenty of cute stories about your kids and things they say.  I'm here to tell you, no one cares about those stories but you and the grandparents.  Sorry, just the way it is..

With that being said, tonight's run reminded me of something cute My Pal used to do when he was a kid.

Back when My Pal was just learning to talk and communicate with My Woman and I, he would take whatever he had in his hand and tell us to "'niff it"!  Usually it was a sock, sometimes his onesie, oftentimes it was his trusty horse Clippity or just" T".  He wanted us to smell whatever it was he had in hand!  He would hold it out and say "niff it" and then just giggle like little ones do.

With the cooler temps, many of my neighbors are throwing open their windows to let the cool night air in.  Now any science student can tell you, that for every action, there is an equal reaction.  Cool air comes into your home, smells of your home come out.  Well Tuesday's run was a lot like that.  There was plenty of stuff to 'niff while out tonight.  I've compiled a list of smells I've encountered in our little town as I run.

Fresh cut grass, always a favorite.

A musty old garage, just praying there's not a dead body somewhere inside.

Fresh paint, someone getting a house ready to sell.

Too many dogs, a cornucopia of scents.

BBQ, never as good as mine, but always better than the dogs.

The livestock roaming around the pasture to the west, never get used to that one.

Jr high boys lockeroom...oh...wait...thats just me.  Whooo!

Cigarette smoke...I know I always need one after a long run!  Ahhhhhh

Exhaust fumes, especially nice when its diesel.  Mmmmm!

Clothes dryer exhaust, Downy or Bounce?  Either one is a pleasant aroma.

Someone dancing with Mary Jane...yep, I've run through that a time or two...might have even circled the block...just to make sure that's what I thought it was!  Funny how your time gets slower after a contact high.

jk :)

I once heard a comedian talk about the apartment building where he grew up in a NYC borough.  Many of the tenants were of the Puerto Rican nationality.  He told jokes about the different smells that would emanate from behind the different doors, and out through the open windows of the building.  Many of them he colorfully described as..."inedible".

Now, I do realize that our little town is not Little Havana, in fact, its not even close.  However, some of the smells that I come across while pounding the pavement in my Brooks have almost stopped me in my tracks!  First of all, if it smells that bad, why are you eating it?  If its not your dinner, then what the hell is it that's coming from your house??  If it is dinner, what are you doing eating whatever that is this late at night?  You know what kind of nightmares thats going to give you?

Anyway, pushed myself tonight, had a decent run.

4.6 miles, 49:49

Later