This week summer is rearing its disgusting head again, with temps in the 90s and humidity at 10,000%. Last week, we got a taste of fall though, and I was the happiest I’ve been in a long time. To encourage my favorite season to return, I’m making public this love letter to my darling.
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
You suck the humidity out of the air, allowing me to breath in a way I have been missing all summer.
Even though I’m an incredibly sweaty person, you make me sweat a little less, and leave open the possibility that I might not be dripping as though I’ve been in a monsoon when I get back to my apartment after a run.
Your fresh smells are a relief from the stank of hot trash on garbage day.
Summer makes me get up at 4 a.m. in attempt to beat the heat for my long runs, and even then it’s already 70 degrees. But not you, fall. You let me sleep and turn the sun back into a friend instead of sworn enemy.
Sometimes, you’re cool enough that I can put on a hoodie after a long run. What’s more comfortable than that?
You bring football back into my life, assuring that I really rest on my rest days, sometimes barely leaving the couch.
You bring the excitement of fall marathons, when runners everywhere measure time in long runs and weeks until their races.
And lastly, my dearest fall, you bring pumpkin spice lattes, chili, and pumpkin bread to indulge in… I mean refuel with… after a good workout.
All my love,