As this year’s winter months slowly crept by at a snail’s pace, I’d been increasingly anxious for the return of Daylight Saving Time. At times, I couldn’t help but wonder if Mother Nature was taking her cues from the movie Groundhog Day.
Yet, somehow, the universe has finally broken the vicious cycle of seemingly eternal short, dark, cold days. Indeed, it was just a movie after all. Daylight Saving Time has finally arrived! Like magic, that extra hour of light instantly delivers an extra shot of energy. If today’s brilliant sunny skies are a beacon for what’s to come, a wonderful season is on the horizon.
It was perfect weather for a Sunday ten-miler, and the scenery was truly picturesque:
It felt great sneaking in one more long run ahead of next weekend’s NYC Half Marathon. With a favorable seven-day advance forecast for race day, I expect the atmosphere next Sunday morning will be even more electric than last year.
Having survived the doldrums of February, springing forward has never felt so invigorating!