Fall is upon us, which has made for some chillier morning runs around here.
When I step out the door, I’m always a baby about it: “It’s so cold!”
But after 10 minutes on the road it’s about perfect, and by the time I get home I’ve worked up a sweat. Turns out 50° ain’t so bad.
Running is ripe with life analogies. Even when not really applicable, you can always find a new one.
But indulge me for a moment: isn’t this the way of things? We start something difficult and want to complain about it. We persevere and realize that it was just right. We are so fickle sometimes.
Speaking of running, I’m about to head out. If you hear a guy whining in the dark, that’s me.