This past weekend was a whirlwind. It started with some crazy weather that forced us to cancel our road trip to Arizona to visit Brittany’s dad. Since we were in town, we were able to make the Women’s March and I’m SO glad we did. The crowd was HUGE by San Diego standards, especially considering there was a little rain at the start. If you know San Diegans, you know they can’t handle the elements. Needless to say, I was impressed.
My favorite thing is seeing men in shirts that say “Feminist As F*ck” and kids holding signs about equality and love. I left feeling full of hope. Some girlfriends and I brunched afterwards and celebrated what felt like a small victory in making our voices heard.
Later that day, I was asked to fly to San Francisco for a last minute work thing. I’m always game for an adventure and always willing to help a sista out, so I said yes, woke up at 4:30 a.m. on Sunday and flew up north. My only stipulation was that I had to at least get a run in.
And man did I ever. I got a spectacular 11.5 mile run in. I ran from the hotel to the Golden Gate Bridge and then hopped on a trail that took me over to the other side. It was raining when I arrived in San Francisco but miraculously cleared up for the entirety of my run. The moment I stopped, it started down pouring again. Seriously, mother nature must love me.
The views were spectacular and at one point, I almost cried. This happens a lot when I’m running solo somewhere beautiful. I just get overwhelmed with emotion and gratitude and I get all teary eyed.
I was in San Francisco for less than 24 hours total but I was able to go on one of the most epic runs, eat some delicious food, go out on the town with work friends and enjoy myself, all while being sleep deprived.
That was my weekend. On another note, who’s watching The Bachelor? You guys – Corinne. OMG. Let’s talk about that.