Running along a road on the outskirts of town this morning, I couldn’t help but feel energized. Around me, the frost-covered wild grass, turning colors of the leaves and fog hovering in low-lying areas invigorated my sense of imagination.
It was a perfect morning for a run.
For the first time in months – since I can’t even remember when – I felt good when my alarm went off. No lingering pain in my legs, sleepiness didn’t blanket me with ambivalence and a lack of motivation.
And when I checked the outside temperature – a frosty 29 degrees – I still wasn’t deterred.
Instead, I found some running pants, a favorite long-sleeve Nike thermal and the leash for Riley. We were going to make the most of this morning.
Soon we were outside city limits, running up gentle rolling hills and sucking in the fresh air. And while I felt some extra kick in my legs, I resisted the temptation to set out at a fast pace. This morning would be Riley’s chance to explore, sniff and take his time to enjoy the freedom of a pre-fall morning.
My only regret was leaving my phone and camera at home. Either one would have done the job in taking a perfect picture in the moments before sun crests the horizon and changes the tone of the changing leaves along the tree line.
And that should be pretty good motivation to get up early tomorrow and soak up another September morning on the run.