The trip was interesting, the race was the usual questions of "Why the Heck am I doing this?" (For those unaware, the City-to-Surf is a 14 km "fun-run" in Sydney which I've been participating in for the last 14 years). For the next couple of days I'll be walking like I've broken both my ankles or something, but that's par for the course.
I didn't get the chance to meet up with Jeremy from the Anti-Jen list, and apparently Michelle was blowing into Sydney sometime that weekend, but I found this all out too late.
The trip was more interesting by my seemingly continued ability to pass. Either people don't really care, or people think I'm a girl. Personally I hope it's the latter mostly. The train trips had me situated on both up and back trips, next to middle-aged or old ladies. Neither seemed to have any problem during our conversations, though I had to change some of my historical details (like changing my school from an all-boys to a close all-girls equivalent). But I never had any major problems, like when I used the women's toilets or so forth. A few stares I know I got, but one can never tell if they're simply saying "What a tall girl" rather than "Oh my god it's one of THEM!". *lol*
I got back home, chatted with Mum for a fair bit, discussed the Psych appointment and how I was worried about being forced into an "exile" from those who have known me from before. I guess she was trying to be reassuring, I felt somewhat better after we had talked.
Ok very tired, time to crash. Hopefully Peta G and I might meet up tomorrow, we'll see what things may come…