A Weekend Overflowing with PRIDE

It is the Monday after a weekend full of Gay PRIDE festivities, hence a sad one.  I saw more rainbows and glitter this weekend than I will for the rest of the year.  Costumes, boobies, dance music and body paint galore!  I miss it already.  Over 360 more days until next year’s revelry. Boo.

The parade was fabulous, as always.  It is my favorite part of Pride, every single year.  The gays wait all year for this and FINALLY, like the explosion that comes after opening a shaken soda can, it begins… with a slew of lesbians on motorcycles, nonetheless.  Everyone is feeling festive and free!  Clothing is shed and everyone seems to be wearing the bare minimum (and sometimes that means pasties and nothing more).  Everyone is smiling incessantly and dancing to whatever noise is in the air. It’s fabulous!

 

We watched the parade with some of our favorite men in the universe and witnessed LGBT men and women serving in the military march for the first time!  It was moving to see them smiling and walking proudly down the street.  We enjoyed some post-parade cocktails afterward and proceeded to dance the afternoon away (had to get that cardio in).  We had the privilege of seeing the uber raunchy Margaret Cho do stand-up.  She may or may not have mentioned shaving her pubic hair into the shape of parenthesis because it makes her look taller. She is a good one to have on our team.

Sunday began with the World Cup, of course.  Ang and I watched the game streaming live on the internet, since we don’t have a TV, while drinking our Starbucks Ventis.  Alcohol sounded like the least appetizing beverage at that point.  I find the U.S. women’s team so inspiring and so much fun to watch!  I couldn’t take my eyes off the screen (and Abby’s biceps).  While heartbreaking to see our ladies lose, it was heartwarming at the same time to see the Japanese women take home the world cup.  They definitely deserved it and I am incredibly happy for them.  Abby Wambach played her heart out and it was obvious she wanted this win more than anything, along with the rest of the team. I hope all of the ladies feel proud of how well they played because they worked it!

The U.S. women’s team will serve as my inspiration for many months to come and throughout the rest of my Chicago training.

WHO is your current fitness inspiration?

For me, Abby Wambach's head.  And her arms. And her everything.