It must be Fall again.
I don't care what the calendar says, to me, fall is when the soft breezes of summer give way to the chilly wind of winter.
I encountered them this morning on my run.
When you're sweating away in the midst of a 8 miler (and running waaay faster than you should be), a cold breeze coming up behind you is actually a welcome relief. (Contrary to popular opinion down south, there was no smell of Moose in the air - just the crisp, clean scent of the ocean.)
But turning around is a bitch.
As I rounded my halfway point and headed back, the cold breeze went from welcome relief to incessant pain-in-the-ass, as the wind kicked up and turned a rewarding experience into something much less fun.
I actually had to lean into it, people. That's how strong the wind was.
There's nothing pleasant about a headwind - you never hear any runner say "Right on - the wind's blowing right at us!"
It slows you down, makes it harder to run, and just generally sucks balls.
As I get closer to my Fall Marathon (28 days!) I just hope that the day of the race is a calm and cool, and that the breeze somehow magically stays at my back.
Either that or I somehow find a really fast fat guy to run behind - drafting isn't only for NASCAR, people.