The beginning of October is my favorite time of year. September is still pretty hot in Atlanta, but October always reminds me of a line from an Indigo Girls song: “Summer’s beginning to give up her fight.” I’ve always loved that line. It’s still pretty warm in the middle of the day, but the cooler air is slowly taking over. Ask me again in the Spring and I might say the first weeks of May are the best, but for right now, October wins.
This weekend was cooler than the first of October should be, but beautiful without a cloud in the sky. Temperatures were hovering in the mid to upper 60s. That meant one thing: perfect running weather, which was good because I had eleven miles on my schedule. I’d planned to start running at 9, but was enjoying a leisurely breakfast (pb toast and coffee) and decided to take my time. There was no hurry to beat the heat. I took an extra hour to just relax and thoroughly enjoyed it.
Like last week, I drove to Joan’s apartment in Midtown so we could run part of my eleven miles together. Unlike last week, I remembered to take my car key off my keyring and not lock it in the car. We ran up Peachtree Street into Buckhead and back for a total of 4 miles.
Breaking up the run works well for me mentally. Instead of thinking that I had to run 11, I was thinking that I had to run four and then seven and four and seven are easy, right? I left Joan at her apartment and headed towards the Highlands to complete my run. I used to live around there and miss it dearly, so it was nice to return to my old stomping grounds. I wanted to enjoy the run and not worry about pace the entire time. I cannot wear my Garmin without trying to make myself run a certain speed so I left it at home. I ran slowly and walked up some hills and, although it seemed to take forever, physically, it didn’t feel that difficult. Come to find out, I actually did 11.6 miles. The only thing that was bad about this run is that my ass hurt. This is probably TMI but does anyone else get butt cheek chafe? No? Umm, me neither.
After I got home, showered and shoveled hummus into my mouth, I took an energetic Murphy on a walk. Now the couch is calling to me, but I don’t want to waste the few remaining hours of the weekend asleep. Or maybe I do.