Tuesday, October 19, 2010
This morning I started my day like a lot of them have started recently: chasing pavement. Which means I was locking my front door and pulling a sweatshirt over my head at 7:30am as I set out for an early morning run. Now I've been doing this as early as 6am all summer long with sunshine shining bright, but this morning it was a little foggy and there was a chill in the air and I thought "Fall, I think we're finally going to meet again." I live in Fresno, California, which is famous for those Indian summers that pull 90-degree weather into October. We say that Fresno only has two seasons, summer and winter. Those two seasons definitely take majority of our year, so I relish those few weeks we get of fall before the cold comes and the foliage dies. I ran down Cedar to Barstow past Fresno State, past students hustling to their early morning classes and cars piling up while their drivers hurried to make the morning commute. Then I quietly ran home, past the cows contently chewing grass on Bullard. By the time I got home, the sun had pushed the clouds aside to warm my back. And I walked up my driveway with a clear head and a smile on my face, I remembered all over again why I run: What better way to start the day?