Ok. Truth telling time here. I'm not a fan of Summer. It is my least favorite season. For a girl who was born in Jamaica and lived there the first 7 years of my life, you would think that I would be fawning for Summer, but no way.
Almost everything about Summer is too much. Too much heat, too much humidity, too much of the smelly scents of NYC, too much minimalist clothing, too much of shirtless men roaming the streets with not so great bodies, too many people running in Central Park or anywhere else for that matter. Too much noise. Too many people outdoors. And the list goes on. Before all you Summer lovers bombard me with reasons why Summer is grand, remember...my blog...my opinion:). This Summer, I did the unthinkable. I ran in the Summer. Yuk! To avoid the blazing heat, I would run as early as possible or as late as possible. How do civilized people run in the middle of the day in the blazing heat and humidity? I had to do it a few times and my body felt like it was running while dragging Kate and her brood of 8.
So it is with absolute delight that September is here and Fall is on the way. Everything about Fall is fantastic! How I delightfully look forward to temperatures in the 40's, 50's and 60's. The changing of the leaves in Central Park. Fall Fashion. Pleasant subway temperatures. Oh, How I Love You Fall! Can't wait to see you...
And your distant cousin Winter... I'm excited just thinking about you. Long runs in the beautiful, crisp, cold air. That strong, decisive wind that awakens the spirit and lets you know you're really alive. The inevitable snowstorm. There's nothing more beautiful than NYC in the Winter! Except maybe NYC in the Spring!
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