ON PRIDE …
Last weekend marked Pride here in San Diego. To paint a picture, that means rainbows, half naked gays and Cher on blast. It’s a happy time for sure, but I haven’t actually participated in a few years. It can become a total drunken fiasco and I’ve just avoided that whole scene.
Brittany and I decided to venture down to Hillcrest this year and at least take part in the parade. We chose not to drink this time around and experience it in a different way. Let me just say, it was lovely. No drama, all fun.
As I was standing there, watching the floats go by blasting top 40 from like 6 years ago, I realized it had been 8 years since my first pride parade. EIGHT. I was 23 years old and livin
in Chicago at the time. I had my first girlfriend and the parade was my first experience being around so much gayness. People were not only accepting, they were actually celebrating the LGBT community and I’ll never forget how happy that made me. I remember thinking, “Wow. This is going to be ok. It’s ok to be me.” My first pride was liberating.
Here I am, almost 10 years since I have last been in a relationship with a man, and I feel like my sexual orientation defines me less and less as each year goes by. My thoughts on the whole matter have shifted from being about me to now being about my future child. I’m beginning to wonder how my little son or daughter will handle having two moms. I sometimes worry other kids won’t understand or other parents may have certain feelings about it. These are the things you think about when you’re in a same sex relationship in your thirties. My, how times have changed.
I can only hope that the world will be kind and loving to my future offspring. We’re making such great progress and I am so grateful that all the people in my life love me regardless of who I love.
I’m a little late to the week 4 marathon training recap seeing as it’s now Thursday. Oops. 🙂
Last week was a much needed cut-back week and this week I am ramping back up.
Here’s what week 4 looked like:
Monday: 4 miles (easy)
Tuesday: 7 miles (800 meter repeats)
Thursday: 6 miles (4 @ tempo pace)
Friday: 5 miles (with one of my runners, Jennifer, who lives in LA and is training for Chicago!)
Saturday: 11 miles (easy)
Sunday: Surf (90 minutes)
33 miles total, 1 pilates session and 1 surf lesson
This weekend, I have 16 miles on the schedule – my longest run this training cycle. Wish me luck! It’s been awhile.