child's plush stuffed ostrich in red shorts, white tank top, lavender knitted scarf, and pink double pompon hat, running in the savanna.

musings on running in the fall

     i love to run! i don’t care if it is running up to the corner store for some fresh dung beetles or an ultramarathon trying to outwit some nearsighted vegetarians in the Javelina Jundred. i mean, just listen here . if that isn't enough to get you moving i’m not sure what will!

     with fall coming i no longer need to get up early to beat the heat. not that i minded. everything is so quiet in the wee hours of the morning. the stars are bright and mesmerizing. i sometimes have to remember to look down. more than once i’ve tripped while luxuriating in their luminosity. i keep putting one foot in front of the other though and it feels as though I’m at one with the whole world.

     but the nights are getting longer and the bed seems to be getting more comfy. there is that brisk bite to the morning air that wasn’t there before. the sunrise seems to be different too but i think it is just the dropping of the leaves. the bare limbs open up space to see the sky that i couldn’t see before. plus there is the inevitable tilt of our planet moving itself around. i love seeing how the sunrise “moves” in the sky.

     now i get up later. i run more in sunlight than dark. i see the neighborhood come to life. i never miss the parade of kids going to school. the outfits! the antics!

     soon I will be running in the daytime all muffled up with a hat and scarf. i’ll see my breath puffing out like snow colored bits of cotton candy. it is somewhat more treacherous running in the winter. mounds of snow are as harrowing as sheets of ice. i wouldn’t trade it in for an inside track though. running is the way I stay connected. of feeling the pulse of the life around me.

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