Classism

"elite". It's a funny word, but it does a lot to boost the ol' self esteem. I went for a run early this morning (it was still dark) with over 15,000 women, and got to begin the race with a small group of about 35 very speedy and somewhat intimidating women. I held my own, for the most part (although, most of them were running the full 26.2) but am still truly in awe of the determination of this little group, and later - as I watched the other runners near the finish - of every woman out there, running for her own reason, and with the support of so many others. Seeing so many women running was amazing. One step closer, indeed.

And the sun's out, and a beautiful day is here. Planning your exit from a city, in a way, is kind of neat... in planning out the time I have left here, I've noticed my attitude changed a lot, and I appreciate everything so much more. Why couldn't I think this way before I knew I was headed somewhere else?