“The first day of spring is one thing, and the first spring day is another. The difference between them is sometimes as great as a month.” Henry Van Dyke
It has been a long effing winter. Today, however, as we ran along the bike path, it felt like we’d made it, like we’ve survived another long, painful winter. The sun was shining, we were in an assortment of shorts and capris and even a strong headwind didn’t feel too bad. For Erin and I, this is the end of the road before Boston. The 16 today will be the longest we go until 2 weeks from tomorrow. Our job until then includes resting, sleeping and eating. Cruel that the weather should turn just in time for us to taper, but that’s Vermont.
I am not a particularly hopeful person, but this is my favorite season to be a runner. Fall is great, but always has foreboding undertones, as though my legs know that winter and cold isn’t far behind. Spring breezes are warm and everything just seems new. In some ways, I’m glad to have my target race fall in early spring so that I can enjoy the end of April and May without a rigid training schedule. Boston meant that we trained through some of the worst weather Vermont sees, but gives us May off to play, heal and get ready for summer.