I've been in denial for the past several weeks, after all. Even in the midst of all the darkness-laden runs I've done as of late, a part of me kept hanging on to the last semblance of those warm temps that I adore so much.
Oddly, I'm not too sad. Trust me, I AM sad (just not sad enough to cower under the covers and refuse to step outside). In a strange, cathartic kind of way, it does feel good to move forward into the autumn season. Summer will be there waiting for me in 8-9 months. Let's not forget that in another three months, we'll pass the winter solstice and the days will start getting longer...but I'm getting ahead of myself. Glass half full, my friends!
None the less, let's runfess....
Speaking of summer ending, though, I'll start out runfessing that the summer of 2019 seemed like the shortest summer ever. I've lived through more than 50 summers, after all; I have quite a few summers to compare 2019 to. I made the most of it by running or walking or biking outside pretty much every day, no matter the heat or humidity. Still, it didn't seem like there were very many of those early morning endeavors with an excess of early morning daylight. Thankfully, I did get to witness many a beautiful sunrise...
|there's nothing like the power of a beautiful sunrise|
|rejuvenated by a walk in the rain|
|riding with Gustavas|
|No, I'm not crying, but the salty sweat made my eyes burn|
How about you? Any runfessions you'd like to share? Are you sad to see summer go, or are you embracing the autumn season? Did summer seem to go too fast? Ever found a hornet's nest in your yard?
I'm linking this with Marcia for the monthly Runfessions link-up.
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