As New Englander’s, we all face those same times of year, where not only do you physically feel different, but mentally, as well. Those times, those seasons, those holidays, they are reminders of the activities I tend to take for granted a lot of the time. By living on the east coast, Connecticut to be specific, we adjust to activities depending mostly on the weather. Sure, we swap out our trail running for the treadmill at the gym. Sure, we switch up the mountain bike loop at Tyler’s Mill for a few months on the stationary bike. But it’s not the same.
It’s only now, when the weather is getting colder, the day light hours have slowed to a crawl, that I start to miss the mountain bike loop, the trail run, and the evening reads on the steps. It’s now, that I want to go back a few months and grab the distant me, reminding him of the time he has to cherish the activities he is allowed to do, in the places that he is allowed to do them comfortably. To remind me to do them more often, if only to burrow the memories of the mountain bike rides, like a squirrel may an acorn, to ponder and think back on in the cold winter months that are just around the bend.
I’m not discouraging winter activities by any means. I love them, too. Well, them meaning one: snowboarding. It’s just the difference in the two halves of the year that get pushed into different departments for me mentally.
Think about it.
In the summer, isn’t it weird to think about how in a couple of months you will be on the top of a mountain, with ice and snow surrounding you? And on top of that mountain isn’t it weird to think about how in a few months you will be tanning on a beach taking a dip in the ocean? As much as I love California and complain about our cold winters, it is for this same reason I am still here and appreciate our seasons. The changes are good for me: mentally and physically. We have so many options for our athletic entertainment. And all in this little place that’s known around the world as, New England.
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