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Running in Nashville: Chilly Mornings, Falling Leaves, and the Headset Saga

Written August 27, 2025

Hello Dear Readers,

This morning greeted me with a chill that made me briefly question my wardrobe choices. But stubbornness won, and I set out in shorts, bracing for regret. Turns out, the gamble paid off—Nashville’s weather decided to play nice, warming up nearly 10 degrees during my hour-long run. From shivering at the start to comfortable by the end, it was like running through two seasons in one workout.

Sadly, my legs weren’t as cooperative as the thermometer. I missed my target pace by 5 seconds per kilometer, and my legs felt oddly sore right from the start. Since my shoes have already broken in, I can’t pin the blame there. Oh well—Friday will be another chance to chase that elusive pace.

Meanwhile, autumn has barged in early. The cooler weather nudged our trees to drop their leaves weeks ahead of schedule. My wife was already vacuuming them last week, but I try not to let her shoulder too much yard work—weekends are packed enough for her. Collecting leaves is a race against nature: once it rains, they become a soggy, clingy mess, and if they slip between the bushes, cleanup turns into a full-scale excavation. Yesterday’s thorough session might buy me a day off, but one gusty morning could bury the yard all over again. So my mental checklist includes: “Check the battlefield after breakfast.”

On a brighter note, my replacement headset finally arrived after a nine-day odyssey (for something estimated at one day, that’s practically geologic time). I rely on it constantly—for running, chores, and audiobooks. My wife had signed up for Audible but realized multitasking and audiobooks weren’t her thing. Lucky for me, I swooped in before she canceled, and it’s been a lifeline. When my vision dropped to double and reading became nearly impossible, audiobooks kept my love for stories alive.

The last headset died from what I’ve been told is “death by overcharging.” Apparently, leaving it plugged in too long is a slow battery murder. Lesson learned. I’m now plotting a new charging routine to keep this one alive for the long haul. Because if there’s one thing I’ve learned, it’s this: leaves will always fall, runs will always surprise, but headsets? They deserve protection at all costs.

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Running the Seasons: How Nashville Weather Keeps My Schedule on Its Toes

Written August 31, 2025

Hello Dear Readers,

The timing of seasonal shifts is like Nashville traffic—unpredictable, occasionally frustrating, and always in charge of my schedule. Every year, I play this little game of musical chairs with my running times. In the summer, I’m out the door around 7 a.m., sprinting before the sun decides to fry me. But when winter comes? You’ll find me jogging closer to noon, because I’d rather not reenact Frozen on the sidewalk.

Lately, the mornings have been sneakily chilly. I lace up expecting a mild breeze, only to feel like I’ve stumbled into an early winter audition. My gut tells me this week is when the seasonal baton officially passes: Friday will probably be my first “post-breakfast run” of the year. In winter, that little delay makes a world of difference—Nashville temperatures love to bounce around like a yo-yo, and waiting a few hours can turn a run from misery to manageable.

Of course, my body adds a bonus challenge. Thanks to my brain stroke, my thermoregulation works about as fast as a dial-up modem. Cold or hot, it doesn’t matter—my system takes its sweet time catching up. So I’ve become a professional “sweet spot” hunter, timing my runs and chores to avoid temperature whiplash.

At home, we keep the thermostat close to whatever’s happening outside. Once it’s above 90°F or below 55°F, we finally surrender and turn on the AC or heat. Otherwise, I try to let my body adapt naturally. Grocery stores, though, are a different beast—stepping into one during summer feels like walking into an Arctic exhibit, and my body protests the climate shift like it’s on strike.

I’ve learned that running earlier in summer helps me conserve energy. Last year, my pace actually improved as the season wore on—apparently, avoiding temperature drama frees up power for speed. These days, I’m glued to weather reports like a stock trader, shifting my running schedule and yard work around whatever Nashville decides to throw at me.

And here’s the kicker: August is technically still “summer” here. So while I’m pulling out hoodies for morning runs, I wouldn’t blink if next week brings a heatwave encore. In the meantime, I’ve penciled in mowing for Tuesday and Thursday. The cooler weather has slowed the grass’s growth compared to last year, but let’s be honest—my lawn and Nashville’s climate probably have a secret pact to keep me guessing.