Seasonal Change

The seasonal change means a change in my activities, my schedule, and my mindset.

Now that the days are slowly getting shorter and cooler, I can’t go kayaking anymore. I’ve enjoyed being on the water so much this summer and look forward to May 2011 when I can get back out there. This time of year also means an end to bicycling in the sun and sitting by the pool; I did a lot of the former this summer and not so much of the latter this year.

Another thing I didn’t do this summer was run. Sure, I went on a few runs here and there, but I didn’t run like I did last summer (2009) when I was training for the Army Ten-Miler. Since I’m not running the ATM this year, I decided to start my running on November 1 and I’ll run some this winter (which I really enjoy doing). I’m going to run the Cherry Blossom Ten Mile next year and will start training for reals for it around the first of the year.

Also, as I mentioned in my last post, school started last month. Expect my already sporadic posting schedule to get even more sporadic. I enjoy school (and am quite good at it), but it does eat up a lot of my time.

I also have to be careful this time of year to not get so angry with everyone. Just because the weather is darker and grayer, doesn’t mean that I have to be darker and grayer too. Plenty of sleep. Lots of hours in the gym. Lots of hugs by family and friends. These things get me through this time of year.

What is changing for you as the summer shifts into fall?

Like a kid on a playground

Today’s weather was wonderful. I felt guilty about sliding back into bed at 5:15 AM after feeding the dog and taking him on his morning walk. It was 71 degrees Fahrenheit and almost chilly.

On my way home from work, I pondered going to the gym. My brain protested being indoors. Bike ride? Didn’t want to deal with traffic. I could have taken the dog on a walk, but even the 85 degree heat was too warm for him at his advanced age. I ended up going for a run.

Wow, what a run that was! It wasn’t fast. It wasn’t a long distance. But it was wonderful. The wind in my hair and the soft slapping of my shoes on the pavement filled my heart with joy (or endorphins. What ever). I felt like a little kid who has spent recess running around the playground.

My jaunt reminded me that sometimes a run is just a run. It’s not always about the time, distance, splits, or where it falls in the training regimen.