“I can’t believe you’re wearing that,” my friend said to me on a recent 20-degree run.  “You’re a polar bear.”  I wasn’t wearing shorts, but I did have on fewer layers than she did.  I always wear fewer layers than she does.  We’ve run together for almost three years, and it’s old news that our internal thermostats are wired differently.  I don’t like to be hot, she doesn’t like to be cold, and our running attire reflects it.  Our clothing choices differ to address our individual needs; but they get us both where we want to be … on the road running together. “… I have called you by name, you are mine.”  Isaiah43:1 Thank God for our differences.  We’d be bored without them. …