One of my favorite things about fall (other than the overkill of pumpkin everything, a train Edmonton needs to quickly hop onto) is experiencing the perfect run. That run where it's just cool enough to wear shorts and a long-sleeved top. And maybe even a vest. That run where you're hearing the crunching of leaves with every step. That run that ends in darkness once you've run up the road with a quick glance of the sunset and a 'thank you, Lord, for the beautiful day and great friends' feeling.
On Sunday, a group of us headed out to the Cooking Lake-Blackfoot Provincial Recreation Area to run a 25km loop of the Blackfoot Ultra. I had been looking forward to this long run all week and wasn't even mad when I woke up to 40 degree F temps and rain. Shaun and I had some eggs and kamut toast with apricot preserves (thanks, Jessie & Fabs!) along with our coffee, and after readying our camelbacks with water and Honey Stingers, we were out the door with the pups and on the way to the shop to meet everyone and head out.