Running summer mornings seems to prepare me for the fall and winter lows of dark and cold and slippery runs.
The summer running is so comparatively easy it feels more majestic and my form seems taller and my results more pride-ful.
I love fall for its weather and colour, winter for its brisk freshness and silence, spring for, hmmm, well I guess I like spring for smelling like melting dog shit? No. No, that’s why I don’t like it.
Anyway, each season brings something to the run table and summer brings majesty and light.