Whenever I have the chance to come home in the Fall, I try to take it. There is just something about the Fall that really makes me smile. I love the temperature, crunch and smell of the leaves under my feet while breathing in the cool air.
I haven’t been running as much as I’d like due to this pesky Achilles, but being away from my normal gym routine, and gym buddy, with limited gym access here up in Northern Ontario, I decided to hit the pavement and do one of my favourite runs. It’s actually one of my favourite runs to do in the winter, so I figured that Fall would also do 😉
I always get nervous being in a small town running because people slow down to see if they know who you are, and I always feel like I should run faster, to make sure that they know that I am in fact an athlete. (I don’t know why?! Maybe because I’m slightly cray ahah)
I did in fact run faster than my regular speed and I felt the fresh Fall air rushing through my lungs, and I could hear my footsteps echoing through the street. (I was also a little out of breath, and could also hear that echoing through the streets too, but let’s downplay that part for the sake of the story haha)
I got to the centre of my little town of Cobalt (“if you don’t live there it’s your fault…” There is a song about the town that has that line in it in case you were wondering) and decided to run the stairs that are there. I tried to take two at a time, and figured Rocky would have been proud. (Not so proud that I wasn’t wearing a hoodie… fail on my part. Maybe next time.) When I got to the top, I must admit I was a little winded, but continued on my merry little way.
When I got to my street I ran by the houses and up the little incline toward home, and ended my run in front of my driveway, like I have done for more than 15 years now. It always makes me smile, no matter how hard the run was/is. It’s that familiar feeling, where times fades away and you are taken back to the very first time when you felt that feeling and sense of accomplishment. This feeling never changes, no matter how many times you come running in.
I’m proud of being from Northern Ontario, and I miss it quite a bit. In University I met a guy named Matty D (you may know him) from
Canada Sudbury. When he found out where I was from he said “Oh, wow a fellow NorON.” I thought he called me a moron to be honest and was kind of taken aback. So, as I do ever so politely, I responded with “Like, WHAT?!?” He said “NorON you know.. like a Northern Ontarionian without it being weird.” (He may not have said it exactly like that, but again for the sake of the story, work with me here.) The term stuck with me, and for some reason still makes me smile.
I enjoyed my run tonight. Every single moment about it. And so I will continue this week to go on my runs here in Cobalt – running in a way that only a NorON would know…