As in, Gender. I've just been thinking that men and women are very different creatures. I might be the first person to realize this, I know.
| There are obviously all sorts of stereotypes about those differences and what we each are better at and how we each perceive the world. Equal, schmeequal...humans are hopelessly analytical organisms and we just love to pick apart our differences. Men are taller and stronger and faster than women; women are delicate and sentimental and far more interested in relationships and romance and commitment than men. But really, aren't the exceptions always more interesting than the rule? |  |
I give credit to every guy that tables his ego and runs shoulder to shoulder with me in a race. Not that he really gets much choice in the matter, but when two people push each other to both run a faster time, it's really a win-win situation and as far as I remember, I've always gotten a gracious response once the finish line is crossed. Admittedly, the reception is a tad
more gracious when the guy is the one to edge me out and not the other way around, but generally I've always received respect. That's got to be one of my favorite facets of my sport, the respect it accords me. I may be small and timid at times, frequently indecisive and overly cautious as I make my way through the world, but when it comes to toeing the line in a race, I am intense and proud and driven and I very much like myself like that.
 | I thought it only fair that I also include photos of me getting whupped by a guy at the end of the half. He ended up finishing a good 3 seconds ahead, so at least I know that pushing just a little bit harder wouldn't have helped. |  |