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I’m always shocked as summer starts to fade away. Without really noticing the shift, the air feels different, the light turns September hazy, the lake has a tiny bit of a bite and my skin starts to fade back into a color I call “February skin,” not a color that typically sparks joy.

I used to think I’d be a writer. That was my plan when I moved to Missoula in 1989. I got a degree to be a writer but my path led to fitness.