9.4.11

When the cruel heat of August begins to yield the faint cool breezes of early fall, I find that I miss cross country season the most. This time of transition between the late summer and early autumn is always tinged withlonging for the running years that have long since passed. Days when sun bronzed bodies were free to wander on 12 mile runs followed by lazy stretching and a dip in clear water lakes. Days when the smell of fresh cut golf courses signaled that the first meet was not far away. A time when my wiry, streamlined frame felt like it could run forever. Read more »