There was a time when Miles estimated runners by their athletic superiority. He admired speed, form, and fitness. He felt repugnance towards the unfit and the slow as if their condition somehow aligned with their morality.
Over the years which spanned across decades of winters and summers and all the days in between, Miles’ thinking evolved. He no longer judged runners by their performance or their appearance as he came to realize they were all on their own path, running their own workout. They weren’t good. They weren’t bad. They just were.
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Distance marker at Amazon, Eugene.
Thank goodness Miles has mellowed, as he’s seen my slow self countless times (although not at many times as one would have wished).
Something I recognize from Eugene too! Gorgeous as always.
miles. psh, i could take miles down. with an ax. with an ax while running.
Heh. Hi, Miles! My thinking has evolved too!