I’ll believe it when it happens.
I mean, of course, the arrival of fall. We’ve had a taste of it the past couple of day, and I’d guess the temperature outside this morning is somewhere in the 50s if not the 40s. This makes it, of course, prime running weather, and for someone who is trying after months of irregular working out to rebuild a running base, nothing could be more ideal. I had a great run yesterday afternoon, pushing it without laboring. It’s not that I mind the heat so much; it feels good to have the sweat coursing down my body. But it does limit how hard I can go without overheating. So knowing I can push the run a bit without starting to feel wrung out is a nice change.
Of course, it’s early September, which means it’s too early to expect that we’ve actually turned the corner from summer. By the middle of next week, the highs will climb back up around 80 (at least according to the most recent forecasts I’ve seen). Not bad, and it certainly beats 90-degree days. But I’m reserving my emotional abandon until we get a full week under 80.
I’ll believe it when it happens.
