Adaptation

We ran in 54F this morning, under a bright, cloudless, pre-dawn sky. I reminded Denise how we shivered at the 2005 MCM Runner's Village when it was 50F. The years of running through the winter have changed our perspectives on what is cold. Today we ran in shorts and light tops, sweating mildly as we worked up the neighborhood hills. The running evolves our minds and bodies, we exchange glances of mutual incomprehension. Bundled, fat, and warm, they speed by in their cocoons of glass, steel, and plastic as we, as endurance athletes, pursue a higher perfection of mind and body.