absolutely awesome fall run

There's nothing like running on a beautiful fall day, warm but still crisp with the promise of a cold front. Running a new route dancing over the colorful fallen leaves. Listening to the geese overhead, watching the sun set over the water. Finishing just as the sun dipped behind the horizon. Running faster than I imagined along twisty, tree-lined, traffic-free streets with no one but a passing woman and her dog and a black cat in someone's front yard to keep me company.

I'm feeling very poetic tonight. This run this afternoon reminded me why I run. It's not just for faster race times or improved fitness, it's deeper than that. I'd venture to say it's a spiritual thing. Runner's high. I know most scientists say it doesn't exist, but I'm not a scientist and I'll bet most scientists aren't runners. It's not something you can explain or quantify, it just happens when you least expect it. And you have to enjoy it for all it's worth.

With that, I probably should head to bed. My body thinks it's after 11 and I have an 8 am philosophy class tomorrow and a 12 minute distance trial to run. After that awesome run, I have to run on the treadmill? Gag. I guess all good things have to come to an end sometime.

~Bethany