Fall means it’s time for football games, the arrival of winter vegetables (i.e. squash), cooler temperatures and the colors around us constantly changing. It means we get to sleep in a little bit later for our long weekend runs (rides, walks, etc), because we aren’t attempting to beat a 90* high. It also means we eventually set the clocks back, and deal with the 5 p.m. sunset.
In my mind, it also means we anxiously await the beginning of winter. And by wait, I mean dread – I don’t usually think of Fall as a ‘favorite’, but this time around things are different!
I love that crisp, cool morning air, and the yellow leaves on the ground. I love the feeling, and atmosphere, of race season. I love the colorful Farmers’ Market baskets.
I love this District, in the Fall.
Yes DC, your charm worked, as usual.
Yesterday felt like the start of this race season, spectating the Army 10-miler and remembering how this city (and its runners!) deliver on the big day. Streets marked off, filled to the curb with every type of runner; an early wake-up call to run, cheer or play photographer! This was all followed by brunch, and (most of) the run-group. We heard race recaps, texted for some updates on the out-of-towners (Chicago!), and indulged in the delicious buffet at Beacon Bar & Grill.
Fall feels official, and I’m hooked.