5K

A run/walk race for autism made its way past my bedroom window this morning. Dozens and dozens of multicolored t-shirts and spandex and running shoes. When I woke for the second and third times this morning it was to the sound of cheering and bright flashes of legs in groups of four or six and I think this is why my dreams in the middle of these were frantic. The stream of people is still flowing even as I write this, although what's left at the end are walkers and those bent double or limping. And the ones in pink velour. It pleases me--this all just makes me glad to be part of this species. I don't always, but today I accept the label 'human' with pride.