Adaptation

I set out this morning for an easy 90-minute run in Central Park. To make it more interesting and gentle on my foot, and purposely slower than my usual pace (so it's a true endurance run and not endurance that turns into tempo, which is what happens often when I'm running my usual paved loop), I decided I'd stick to the dirt bridle paths. About half-way through, a beautiful red-tailed hawk swooped across my path and landed on a nearby tree branch. One word entered my mind and I smiled: adaptation.