Ahh . . .fall. Every year I am surprised to discover summer truly is over. More so since moving to Chattanooga where the temperatures stay summer-like longer and then catch you off guard with sudden dips that remind you you’re no longer used to temperatures in the 30‘s.
I laughed at myself the other day when 26 degree weather in the early morning caused me to put on both a down sweater and a mid-thigh down jacket over it. I couldn’t help thinking back to Ohio where I once rode my bike 13 miles to work in pitch darkness when it was 19 degrees. I have been southern-fied. I suppose that is better than southern-fried!
Having discovered my new sensitivity to cold, I realized I was pre-maturely cocooning this fall. I liken the feeling of cocooning to the feeling of dread I get right before jumping into a cold swimming pool. There’s that pause, that moment of hesitation when I ask myself “is it really worth it?” The colder the weather, the shorter the days, the harder it is to get out and get into the water.
Today, I reminded myself that every time I’ve ever jumped in a pool, I was always glad I did. Much like I remind myself every Friday morning when the alarm goes off at 5:15 that as much as I want to roll back over, I’ve never once regretted going to yoga class once I’ve gotten myself there.
It was this reminder that caused me to say to Pat, “Let’s go hiking” today. We headed over to Raccoon Mountain, a combination Tennessee Valley Authority power station and recreational area. It sounds like a strange combination, but the pump station makes a scenic lake and the surrounding woods provide miles of hiking and mountain biking trails.
I was surprised to realize we had almost missed the fall color. The top story of trees were all but bare. Fortunately, the understory was still going strong. With temps back into the 60’s, we didn’t mind the tiny sprinkling of rain and the foggy, overcast skies. In fact, the leaves seemed only more brilliant against the drab backdrop.
Tisen romped along with us, charging down the trail to catch up whenever we got ahead of him. His wagging tail and high spirits did my heart as much good as the woods. His recent improvement with his allergies and skin issues has made all of us wag more. (Of course, Tisen is the only one who doesn’t look insane doing it.) This was the first time he’s been able to run free since he started feeling better. He’s snoozing soundly by my side now–I think he wore himself out.
As did I–the fatigue of a little physical effort reminds me how little movement I’ve gotten in the past several months. It feels so good to get out and move! I don’t know how I’ve lived so long without it!