I went for a run the other day.
And not one of those planned runs, with carefully tied laces, trendy running shorts, and a neon sweatband for good measure, but a full out sprint through downtown San Diego clad in black skinny jeans and a white lace top. My friend had a train to catch in 2 minutes and we had 6 more blocks to go. As my purse whipped around behind me and my chunky statement necklace came up to meet my jaw with each pounding step, I weaved in and out of the line of people between me and my destination.