I hate it.
Okay, no not the end because people will wonder and/or have their suspicions confirmed that I'm not necessarily normal.
Everyone loves fall. Oh, the posts that are out there on Facebook and other blogs showing all the pictures (yes, I had some but they were only for my mother who sadly loves this season), the odes to the crispness in the air, back to school, open windows and pumpkin spice.
I say gag.
I literally hate fall. I get a pit in my stomach and an ache in my heart.
Fall represents the end of summer. The end of sunshine, hot cars, suntans, smells of Australian Gold, the pool, early morning runs, girls camp and late nights outside under the stars.
Instead, now it's cold air, dead leaves, brown grass and shortening days.
No more flip flops, shorts used sparingly, and back to long sleeves.
That's just the beginning. Fall/Autumn ushers in Winter. GAH - I hate winter. I loathe winter. I despise winter. The darkness, the bitter cold, the wet, the snow, did I mention the cold? And the dark?
Winter brings holidays which are a slight distraction but some years they just aren't enough to break through the smothering cloud of depression. Winter means little to no actual running training for me because I just.can't.make.myself.go.outside. Add that into the depression mix. Winter sucks.
Oh but what about the Spring mCat?
Meh. Okay, more them meh - BLEH! Spring in Utah is so bipolar that one cannot even keep up with her moods. One day will be gorgeous with sunshine and warmth leading one to hope of more to come. One has a sense of peace that things might be okay, and then SLAM! The next day it's snowing again. My mood swings with mother nature and ain't pretty.
Which brings me back to Summer. The only true and living season on the face of the earth. I bear my testimony of that one.
So as we head into fall, know this my peeps. It's gonna get un-pretty around here. I'll try to remain chipper, happy and full of sunshine, but there are no guarantees. I'm giving a disclaimer right now that I cannot be held accountable for anything I may say in a negative fashion for the next 8-9 months. It's not me talking. It's the damn seasons.