my running season

One of the things I feel makes running unique is that there is no “season” when you run. Other sports such as football, baseball, and even my other love, basketball, have an end. Running is different in that you can run anytime of the year, anytime of the day. Living in Arizona though, running in between the months of May and September means you’re regulated to certain hours. Unless I wake up at 4 a.m (which I’ve done pre-kids), I’m left running in 100+ degree heat.

Then October comes and I feel like my running season has officially begun. Like all the sweat (literally) and hard work has led me to these next few months. I run most of my races between the months of October and April so when I see the bright red circle on October 1st, I know that game time has finally arrived.