Part of the magic of running is the chance to experience the changes in the seasons. The running motion remains the same, but the scenery, the air you breath, and all the wonderful things you soak into your body cycle. From the cold air of winter that makes your cheeks red and icicles form on your eyebrows, to the warmth of spring that sucks the tulips from the ground and thaws out your muscles, and then the scorching heat of a mid day summer run that makes your brain delirious. And now perhaps the best running season of all, Autumn, where the air is brisk, and earth is metamorphosing all around us.
Autumn running is perhaps the best, but are we there yet? Sure, the calender says September 22nd, at 10:49 am, but...
When does fall officially begin?
The first day you put on a long sleeve shirt to run in?
When the first brown leaf falls from its branch, and zig zags down to the grass?
When you wave to the bus full of kids, two of them being your own, and they're off for their first day of school?
When the brisk air of a Saturday makes you hear college football fight songs in the air?
The first snap of a NFL game and the hills are alive with the sound of fantasy football geeks everywhere?
When you start marking your calendar trying to hit all those 20 mile marathon-training runs sponsored by local shoe stores?
When Target clears out a special row for Halloween costumes? When you buy a bag of Halloween candy from Target, but then open it up and eat it a month early?
When the grass finally stops growing and the mower hibernates?
When you finally wear those running tights or put on those dollar store pair of running gloves?
When you don’t have to worry about the humidity and heat of running at one o'clock on Saturday?
When the first episode of Modern Family, or American Horror Story, or The Walking Dead finally air? (shows I"m looking forward to)
When your lungs breath in air cold enough to make them burn, and can see your breath in the morning, and you remember how, as a child, you'd pretend you were blowing out smoke?
When the apples become more delicious, and the apple orchards become fantastic sugarlands of doughnuts and cider?
When all around you, the green of plants explode to a brilliant color burst before slowly dying and descending to earth, readying themselves for an even deader winter, frozen in cyrogenics, waiting for a warm spring to bring them back to life?
Okay, that last one was waxing poetic and waxing pretty bad. Here are what minds and mouths much greater and poetic than mine have said about this glorious season:
Autumn is a second spring where every leaf is a flower.
Her hardest hue to hold,
Her early leaf's a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay.
Autumn, the year's last, loveliest smile.
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3 comments:
yeah, i'd go with that the season has changed when you can feel it. a date doesn't mean much to nature...
I think it should start in October. By then the leaves are definitely changing, and everything smells like Halloween!
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