Here comes the sun. I
have delighted in that inevitable part of many runs. I love the heat, and
summer has just officially arrived. On a recent trip to Mexico I encountered a
kindred spirit, Alvero. He wore a medium jacket in the 65 degree morning. Alvero
lamented that it took too long to get warm. He said, “I am a son of the
sun." This point of connection opened several other conversations for us
about language, culture and history. All as I found a brother of the
warmth.
Here in Atlanta it's
finally breaking 90 degrees. I may be one of the very few who celebrates such a
marker. Earlier in the month we were in the southwest. The “lowest” high daily
temperature there was 103. I relished the dry heat. Of course I
took advantage of the opportunity and ran during a mid-day high temperature of
112 degrees. It was glorious.
This son of the sun
joins Alvero and others like us in the welcoming of summer.
Sun up or sun down, Run!
Tom
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