I felt it so strongly this weekend.
There was a chill in the air.
Everything felt crisp.
I could have worn shorts and a tank top or zebra-tiger sweatpants and a zip-up, and either way I would have been comfortable.
It may not technically be fall yet, but I can feel it.
While the rest of the world is fawning over finally getting to wear scarves and boots, fall means something more for me than a pumpkin spice latte (not a coffee drinker — never had one).
It means apple picking, my favorite activity.
It means extra blankets.
It definitely means cuddling. Preferably with a side of hot cider.
It means foliage!!!
But best of all, it means feeling healthy.
I realized this weekend that I now associate this time of year with bouncing back and feeling mighty fine. Nothing in the world compares to this incredible feeling I’m basking in right now.
Two falls ago, I ran my first marathon — the best day of my life.
Last fall, I was released from the hospital, came back to life and then ran my second marathon, PRing by 22 minutes.
I can’t say for sure what this fall brings, but one thing is for certain: I may have been forced to sit out the early winter, spring and summer of 2013, but I’m back in time for fall and that’s what matters. Fall has always been my favorite season. I live for stepping on crunchy leaves, even if it means splaying my running stride into the oncoming lane to land on a freshly-fallen crispy leaf.
I’m still hovering at that 92% health-wise. My stomach has good days, hours and minutes and it still has terrible ones. But I’m happy with my A- for now. I’m happy that this time of year, I’m able to leave my apartment. I sleep with the windows open, I don’t sweat quite as much walking to the subway and my hair is less frizzy.
More importantly, I feel like I’m getting a fresh start.
I felt so happy this weekend. For the first time perhaps all year, I thought optimistically about what lies ahead of me instead of harping on all the things that have gone by and that I’ve had to miss out on. It was a huge, unexpected and seemingly natural change in perspective.
It may only last a few minutes or weeks, but I’m appreciating every second of this perfect season.
Fall means a new beginning.
Fall means faster running.
Fall means dark-morning-running.
Fall means running, period!
Fall means the bleachers going up in Central Park for the New York City Marathon.
And, if I’m very lucky, fall means finally crossing the finish line at that marathon.
Game on, fall. Let’s see what you’ve got for me.
This concludes an entirely happy post! I can hardly believe it, either. Daaaaamn it feels good!
NOW LET’S CATCH UP AND YOU TELL ME… What are you looking forward to this fall?