Winter: December-February.
Spring: March-May. Summer: June-August. Fall: September-November. Each season perfectly timed to leave you
wanting more, yet ready to move on to the next.
The reality of living in Minnesota comes crashing down on
me.
Winter lasts nearly 5 months (2013 I’m looking at you). Spring comes in like a lion and out like a
lamb, sometimes all within the span of a few weeks. We live for summer with the lakes, bonfires,
and bike rides. Yet, it’s the arrival of
the season that follows that has me waiting impatiently.
At the root of it, I’m eagerly thinking of those spectacular
fall runs we've all experienced at some point.
Everyone seems to have favorite fall running memory. Twin Cities Marathon? Sundays on the LRT Trail in Minnetonka? A
Saturday morning run around the Lakes followed by a snack from Great Harvest or
Mel-o-Glaze?
To me, nothing will ever compare to the long runs I shared
with my college cross country teammates at Afton State Park. Each run seemed to start out with
temperatures hovering around 40 degrees, by the time we reached the hour mark
it the sun began to burn off the fog of the nearby St. Croix. Running through the highlands and open
prairies allowed you to warm up.
While down in the valleys the temperature
would drop 10 degrees and frost clung to the grass. These mornings always concluded with a stop
at Bruegger’s in Woodbury. No bagel has
ever tasted so good as the warm cinnamon-sugar bagel after two hard hours of
running.
Ok and I’m a sucker for fall colors and pumpkin spice
lattes.
What’s your favorite fall running memory?
