10 miles...and counting!

It's official, I have run 10 miles. All in a row, without stopping or hailing a cab to take me back to the starting line. Saturday morning Miss B and I awoke to hit up the Nike Training Club run for the half marathon coming up. It was a hilly jaunt starting at Crissy Field, up into the Presideo, down to the avenues, with the turn around point half way through Golden Gate Park. I must admit it was nice to do this lengthy trek with a group and with aid stations along the way with water and snacks available. The other long milelage treks B and I have gone out by ourselves and it's difficult to know when a water fountain will be around the next turn so dehydration happens people. But for the love of god, I ran 10 miles! Miss B always finishes a bit ahead of me (which I don't mind because that means I get to follow her and look at her ass, how could that NOT keep me going?!?!) but it works out just fine. My knees were really sore and tired but we did it and I still can't believe that I accomplished this without dying. To top it all off Miss B and I did the 5K Race for the Cure on Sunday. It was more like the Stampede for the Cure due to so many people being there. Amazing to see that kind of turn out for breast cancer awareness and fund raising. My time on the 5K wasn't too spectacular but seeing as my legs felt like two completely worn out rubber bands with no elasticity left, I'm trying not to be too hard on myself. The last mile actually felt good and I found my stride. But up until that point it hurt like the dickens. This week on Saturday we will do 11 miles. Week after that 12. Then we can taper off and I'm not running the race anyway so I will pretty much be done training, other than whatever else Miss B has to do to prepare. Feeling sort of torn about missing the sign up and not actually doing the full 13.1 miles with all this training. On one hand, I'm happy that I will be able to cheer Miss B on at the appropriate rest stops and run her in on the last two miles. On the other hand, I have done all this and now I won't actually know if I could do the 13.1 miles or not. Perhaps I will renegade race it. Who knows. There is still time to figure this all out.

After the run on Saturday we took a little disco nap and then headed to Mango. A nice turn out of ladies on a lovely sunny afternoon. It was dead at first due to the "Love Parade" and war protest but once these other two events were over the ladies showed up. As A put it, "What is it with lesbians and hip hop? Why do they like it so much?". It's beyond me. I do like the little salsa numbers the DJs throw in there but as for the hard core hippity hoppity, I don't get it. How often do you see lesbians cruising wid der bitches all gangsta rap style? Not so often. What it boils down to: hip hop is lost on me. Dancing was a bit difficult with the tight muscles and all but after Miss B had a few margaritas and me a couple of SOLs (ghetto version of Corona) it went a little easier. A nice day out.

Christmas plans have been made. Seeing as we couldn't find a decent price on anything coming or going after the holiday, Miss B and I will be in the midwest leaving here on the 16th and flying back Christmas day. The hope is that all the holiday travel madness will be avoided and it was be clusterfuck central as it has in Chicago attempting to do this in the past. I have not made the trek since 1999 wherein I got really sick and stuck in Chicago and vowed never to do it again. I must love this gal. She's got me going to the midwest in the winter for Pete's sake. Oi. We will go to Michigan first, Wisconsin second as this works out best for family schedules. What I am excited about is that we get the week between Christmas and New Year's off here at work so essentially this boils down to two weeks off with one week of free vacation days to hang out in the city and do whatever we want. Hooray. And I am also thinking that we won't have to go to the tundra for at least a few years after this trip. I'm down with that.

The Katrina fallout, lack of response to Rita, price of gas, conservative nominations to the court, and insane cats in our household are the things keeping me up at night. Ideally things would start to look a little better, with a little more hope. However the pending "investigations" and promises of witch hunts to exploit White House leaks and incompetency simply don't happen. There is an excuse for everything and more lies being told every day to cover up the already effed up United States we call home. It's disappointing. My fellow Americans, I'm disappointed in how ridiculous we have let this get. What are we gonna do?