Wednesday, September 11, 2013

Fall, show thyself!

In my utopia each season is three months long. 

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.

So as I sit her soaked in sweat after an easy 35 minutes of running I find myself begging for those *slightly* chilly mornings (but only those that invariably give way to 75 degree afternoons).  After all, there are more fall memories to be made.

Ok and I’m a sucker for fall colors and pumpkin spice lattes.

What’s your favorite fall running memory?