Orange Adisuit

February days are not particularly long in Denmark. I had been running for more than an hour now, and in spite of the temperature my orange leotard was by now half-way soaked with sweat. It was not long before sunset and I had to get back home before it got too cold. So I found my way back to the starting point, from where I could take the local train back home. I was surprising quite a few of the fellow travellers when I entered the train in my bright lycras, but I was the one having had today's adventure.