Fall into me.
Just days away from October, a month when the leaves explode with the unmistakable brush stroke of autumn. The air turns crisp and a new bounty of seasonal foods appear for the feasting, game nights with friends, good bourbon to keep warm, and the beginning of the holiday season approaches making fall one of my very favorite times of year.
Lindsey says we can run outside well into December, and for this I am grateful. In the past October would begin a season of hibernation, and what little activity I saw in the way of exercise came to a screeching halt once the weather offered a bitter excuse of why I could not possibly be active outside. If there was activity it was generally rewarded with a roll of cookie dough and a cup of marshmallows with shot of hot chocolate. Last year was the beginning of learning to experience this time of a year in a different way, opening the blinds in the damp, dark, cold room and letting some light in on the reality that if I was to make real changes I would have to deal with the holidays, the missing, the social gatherings, the food, and the cold. Finding a way to keep my mouth closed to the laundry list of gluttony and open myself to the idea of putting one foot in from of the other, moving myself at any cost. Somehow this year, the winter seems less scary to me, I have visions of trail running in the cold, hiking in the snow and just maybe letting myself trust in finding someone to share the next leg of this journey with.
October always finds me missing my Dad, he would have been 97 years old next month, remembering the smell of his cologne and the feel of his too big cowboy hat on my head as a kid, after all of these years it still brings on an unmistakable aching in my chest. I have a pocketful of memories though, he is always with me especially during the month of October his memory agitates like a small hard pebble down in my boot heel as I walk on, a constant reminder.