The first Fall run is nice. You’re faster than you realized, without hundred-degree weather. Everything feels lighter and all bouncy, and you run like you’re running away from something.
If towards the end of your run, some bad guy or crazy person were to think you an easy target, he’d be wrong! You have more energy than when you started an hour ago. You are almost sprinting.
There’s something else, too. The air is alive and moving. Something is stirring. You feel a distant nostalgia for events that took place long ago, for moments, people, and opportunities you’ve lost forever. But you also wonder, excitedly, what’s to come.
You take long, rhythmic strides, leaping over obstacles (because you remember), with your chin up to clear your airway. You take it all in, because it is ever so brief.