My running has been sporadic. I didn't run last week and the week before, I ran in the evenings as my eldest daughter has a new bike and wanted some road experience, so I ran behind her so I would be the first to be hit and killed by a maniac motorist...well it made sense at the time.
Anyway, we plumped for 5 miles and she got faster day on day and so did I although I was a complete mess at the end of the runs It was really nice to get out with her, she was chatty and funny and I was sweaty and panting.
I ran yesterday morning, the first morning run in a little while and I noticed the change in the cold, slightly more biting than the last morning run, normally signifying a change in the season and it does seem to happen that suddenly, one day it is Summer, the next there is a bite in the air and we are in Autumn.
It made me realise how much I love this time of year. It was an amazing run, not fast but simply beautiful and I know that it will become much more so over the next few months. The frost will bite and the darkness will envelope me and the sun will warm my skin while the cold chills my bones, there will be the crunch of frosted leaves underfoot and the wildlife will be foraging for Winter supplies. The greenness that has sprung up will die back and the paths will be easier to run down. The leaves will colour and fall and I will lament the fact that my camera is at home but will keep the image in my heart and rejoice in being alive to witness all of this, humbled by the sheer creativity, scope and power of nature. Who needs a greater god than that?
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