Girl Afraid is a blog about living my life openly as a transgender woman. I hope to discover more about who I am by writing and sharing my story. The thoughts and opinions are my own, experienced from a unique point of view. All I'm offering is my version of the truth, nothing more. Thanks for reading. ♥Gia
the road gets tough, yet sometimes I experience a glimpse of humanity and I’m
lifted up. Sunday I ran the Maine Half Marathon for the fifth consecutive year.
With nearly four thousand runners, the race is one of the most popular in the
Start of Maine Marathon-Half Marathon Portland, Maine 2013
I remember my first one
quite clearly and while it was only four years ago, it seems worlds away. My colleagues
had challenged each other to train over the summer and run the race in early
October. I was looking for the
feeling of being part of something and started training in June. While I had been a runner in high
school, that was twenty-five years earlier, plus I had other priorities and
diversions that I used as excuses to keep me from running for years.
Like so many other participants who attended last week’s training for transgender organizers, I arrived in New York City on Tuesday
evening. The first part of my trip
ended at The Port Authority in midtown Manhattan after a 51/2- hour
bus ride from Portsmouth, New Hampshire. After successfully navigating the three flights of escalators
I emerged into the perpetual light of 7th Avenue. With my carry-on bag and over packed
suitcase filled with way too many shoes, I started walking south to my waiting
hotel and the other conference participants 20 blocks away. In New York people don’t get out of the way and they rarely smile. I felt like an Atlantic salmon swimming upstream encountering
damn after damn along the way. After
five or so blocks, my feet started to hurt and my back ached from sitting for
so long, with a little guilt I hailed-down a cab to carry me to my destination,
a Holliday Inn on 26th street in Chelsea.