There’s a chill in the air, boots and scarves are being pulled from closets, and pumpkin has made it’s way into almost every kind of tasty drink and treat offered at coffee shops; fall has arrived. And while most people are obsessing over sweater weather and baking season (though I’m as happy about that as the next person) my favorite part about the drop in temperature is that it is indeed the perfect weather; perfect for a run.
Running is so much a part of me that I plan my day around it, can tell what day of the week it is based on what kind of workout I had that day, and can tell you if I’m having a good day or a bad one based on how I felt when I finished that last mile. Running in the summer can make me question my choice in sport and stepping into the freezing cold of winter to get the miles in usually makes me question my sanity.
But fall? Fall reminds me of the beauty of the sport, the outdoors, and the sweet taste of success. The first time the temperature dips below seventy degrees is the day I remember that running isn’t so bad. The first time it dips below fifty and I have to dig around for a long sleeve shirt is the day I’m reminded things are about to get fun.
Fall weather means more miles and less negative thoughts before or during their completion. It means you don’t have to wake up at the crack of dawn to beat the heat and one more mile really is just one more mile—instead of a death wish.
So, if you’ve ever questioned why runners love their sport, I challenge you to go for a run in the fall. Soak up the colors on the trees, the crisp air and smell of campfires. Embrace the burn in your lungs when the air gets colder, ignore the pain in your legs and focus on the crunch of leaves beneath your feet.
If you haven’t already, fall in love with the season and fall in love with perfect running weather.