It’s March, the weather is trying desperately to improve itself. People are whispering “spring” like if they are too loud, they will scare the whole season away. Who knows, in Boston, that might be possible. But Spring is marching toward us nonetheless, the time when we in the Northeast shed our winter coats, and our winter pounds?, and look forward to bright, warm days and jump into our activities, our work, our lives with renewed vigor. Extra hours of sunshine chase away our doldrums and melt the frozen earth.
For those of us who train, this defrosting opens up the world again. Although I hesitate to call our weather good just yet, just nominally better weather brings a universe of opportunity to anyone active in sports. Better weather also brings with it the pressure to squeeze every last drop out of Spring and Summer before we are plunged into arctic cold for another round with old man winter.
So, while I could get away with sleeping until 7:30 AM in December, because I had no races and nothing to train for, that just isn’t the case anymore. With Spring comes both a time crunch and, fortunately, longer days to accommodate my ambitions. I’m climbing up the triathlon ladder this season, going for broke. I really couldn’t be more excited. Changing the clocks, the warming temperatures, it all puts a hum in the air.
Spring training used to mean the time when the Red Sox played in Florida. Then it meant taking a weeklong trip with my college tennis team to somewhere like Daytona Beach. Now, spring training means shaking off the cold that settled into my bones, getting back in shape and somehow managing to work, and work out, enough to keep my life moving forward. To keep achieving goals. Somehow, it really just means training for life. Spring is our time of collective renewal. Because if the weather is good, we want our lives to be going well too, right?
When I jog down the river, I can look at the sun glistening off the water, and off the buildings, see the golden dome of the state house glittering in the distance and I feel like I’m running towards something. This exhilarating feeling leaks into every detail of your life, propelling you forward and you never have more velocity than when you’re at the top of the hill, hurtling towards the heat of summer, feeling hopeful.
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