The truth is, I can see why people hate summer, if they live in a broiling hot place. In Florida, we breathlessly waited for the cooler weather to come and free us from the stifling humidity. But an alpine summer us nothing like that. In summer here, we have to carry our puffys because the temperatures drop low as soon as the sun disappears. We don't need air conditioning. There are hundreds of lakes to jump in. The only problem is, alpine summers are way too short.
I've been doing more trail running since the fall days have been spectacular. If fall lasted forever, that would be fine with me.
The other day Ruby and I ventured to one of the most popular trails around here. It is one I've had to give up in summer. There's just too many people. But now, in fall, the trail is ours again. The aspens are turning and the larch aren't far behind.
We ran up the trail and it was one of those rare moments when running felt easy, the way it always did in the past. The dog bounded in front, her fluffy tail a flag.
Sometimes I think about my competitive running days, when nothing hurt and I was fast. That didn't last either.
But right then, I was just glad I could still run, even though my former self would have disdained my short distance and slow pace.
It was perfect. Even if it doesn't last.