Ran 13-miles today, stopping at the St Pete pier while the sun rose over the mirror-smooth water. As I filled my water bottles, feeling a peculiar one-ness with mankind, a large guy passed me, heading into the ladies room. "That's the women's room, dude," I said, whereby the big dude turned around and I discovered that "he" was a she. I jogged away, head hung low, leaving my sense of community lying in the droplets of seagull poop.