Saturday, the heat just about killed me during my long run. Yesterday, a long sleeved shirt felt perfectly comfortable, as I knocked out four quick (relatively, speaking) miles.
September in Northeast Ohio brings volatile weather, 90 degrees one day and 60 the next. Sunny or storming, you never know what to expect. But running in this cooler weather felt wonderful.
There was spring in my stride. The miles felt effortless. It was the kind of run you dream about, the kind you carry with you, the kind that makes you think "this is why I run."