Here we are at that time of the year in KC when the running weather is ideal. Generally it's still warm enough to run with short sleeves (or maybe a light long sleeve) but cool enough to keep your body from overheating.
Still, I find sometimes that I have to push myself to get out the door for a run. With the cooler temps, I sometimes feel that autumn chill in my bones and it's much more tempting to stay indoors, warm and toasty, under a blanket.
So, sometimes, I have to remind myself how exhilarating a fall run is:
I step out the door and feel the cool air assault my senses. I begin my run at a casual pace. Time moves slowly. My thoughts are occupied with the heaviness of my legs and the passing of time. As I complete the first quarter mile, my body begins to warm and my mind begins to experience my surroundings. The air is crisp and the colors are captivating. My body temp continues to rise and has now spread to my limbs. My legs are now coursing with thermal energy and begin to pump faster. Meanwhile, the cool air continues blowing against my face and neck and feels invigorating. Because the air is cooling my body, I am able to steadily increase my speed with little discernible effort. My thoughts are now contemplative. Concept of time has, for the most part, deserted me. I find myself 3 miles into a 4 mile run, my legs pumping and my breathing rhythmic. I feel euphoric. Almost superhuman. Outside my body. My legs are pumping faster and faster. I almost wish it wouldn't have to end, but I cruise slowly to a walk, my run complete.
Remembering the feeling of euphoria, the tightness of my abdomen and the relaxation of my entire body afterwards gives me the incentive I need to set my foot out the door.
My most recent weekend run was a little different. A 12 mile, slower paced run on a nature trail in my area. It was absolutely beautiful and I am extremely thankful to be in an area where these types of trails are being "put aside" to conserve nature.
My "Song of the Run" for this run is by Midnight Oil. Up until 3 years ago, I had only heard three albums from this band but decided to investigate their entire catalog and I am glad that I did. Their catalog is much larger than I had thought and there are so many great songs that Midnight Oil has become one of my favorites.
So, here it is:
"The hardest years, the darkest years, the roarin' years, the fallen years
These should not be forgotten years..."
Forgotten Years by Midnight Oil.