I can slowly feel the days getting warmer on average in Colorado. That's nice because I like running when it's hot out, going down the road, often without a shirt.
However spring here is tough, with lots of wind. I find myself avoiding the wind, way more than the cold. The cold I can handle, but the wind is brutal on my eyes.
Those were fond memories, and I still remember taking our last puppy there, only on a walk, but she was a few months old and wandered into the water, only to be surprised when the bottom dropped and she struggled to swim. Neither of our Great Danes were very interested in the water, but it was a great place to walk in peace, especially Sunday mornings.
I haven't been back to Virginia Beach since I started this streak, but if I go, I'll have to make time to run through the park again and remember what it was like when I used to live there.