Outdoors.

Sunday, I spend most of my day outside in the hot, humid air at a 5 hour practice. It was ridiculous! As soon as I stepped out of the car and made my way to the locker room, I knew it was going to be a long day in the heat. With zero clouds in the sky and a beaming sun, I stepped onto the field ready to put in a hard days work. It smelled of dirt and freshly cut grass, a very familiar smell to me. Trees stood tall and still above the field due to the lack of wind and, other than the team around me, the place seemed deserted. The sunscreen on my teammates' bodies brought back memories of the beach and gave me a short-lived break from my present reality. I was already sweating by the time I put my cleats on and helped put bases down, so I knew I had an intense practice ahead. As I was leaving, the sun was setting and everything seemed peaceful. I think I felt more at peace with the fact that I got through the first practice, but the smell of the outdoors always helps my mood anyway.