föstudagur, desember 20, 2002

síðasti föstudagur fyrir jól. hvað ætli féhirðirnir hafi verið að gera föstudaginn fyrir jól? hmmm.
en allaveganna... ég fann þetta líka þvílíkt hjartnæma bréf, eða frásögn, eða ég veit ekki hvað á netinu og mér finnst það svo ógeðslega fyndið að ég held varla vatni hér í vinnunni. ég held nú reyndar að einhverjir eigi eftir að snúa upp á nefið á sér og segja að það sé ljótt að hlægja að hommum.
hmmm...
það finnst mér ekki :)


The Greatest Moment of My Life
Carl Maravilla - 7/17/2002
Tom, my brother, called from San Francisco asking if I was going to the Gay Games. “Gay Games? What is it and when are they?” I asked. I had heard about a Gay Olympics and that the U.S Olympic Organizing Committee had prevented “us” from using the word Olympics but I didn’t know that the name had changed or that Vancouver BC Canada was hosting Gay Games III.
“The games are in August and registration closes soon,” he said, adding that Mike, his husband, was going too. “I’m running in the 1500M and the 10K and I assumed you were too, since you are a serious runner. You and (your) Tom (my lover) should join us! We already have a place and all you have to do is register and get flights.”

It didn’t take two seconds to make up my mind. As soon as I finished talking to my brother I told my Tom that we were going to Gay Games III. It was a good thing too-because when I called the information number they told me that registration was closing the next day.

Later on, I vowed that I would attend every subsequent Gay Games as long as I was able. The feeling of the crowds at the opening and closing ceremonies, the friendships I developed, and the pride of competition among gays, lesbians and our supporters is overwhelming and indescribable. Henri, my second lover, and I have enjoyed every Gay Games since!

That day started out perfectly: clear blue sunny skies, a few white clouds and a gentle breeze. The morning track events were thrilling and that afternoon I was every excited about my first competition, the 1500M. It was warm now, not hot, down on the track. I visualized my race as a calm peace settled over me. My minds eye saw the first lap: 0:68, and my Tom was watching me. The second lap was a repeat of the first. The third lap was hard but I maintained and saw 0:69. Then the imaginary bell rang and I put out the final effort.

Putting on my racing shoes I felt invincible. Not boastful or bragging, but knowing that I was going to do my best. All the months of training and competition were focused on the next few minutes. On the starting line, out of nowhere but in my mind, a voice whispered “Carl you are going to win!” As soon as the gun went off and we sprinted out, I knew that voice was correct!

The crowd in the stands, the officials, and all the runners, even those in front of me, disappeared as I raced down the track. Before the fist lap was over I had passed everyone. Time ceased to exist but the clock said 0:68. As I focused on my pace for the second lap the grandstand began to re-materialize. The clock said 2:16 (perfect!). The third lap was hard but my teary eyes saw 3:25 as the bell for the final lap rang out. Tom’s voice clearly said, “You are going to do it! You are going to win!” as I sprinted down the backstretch, lungs ready to explode.

Coming out of the final turn I was aware that the crowds in the stands were yelling, clapping, and screaming. My heart and soul were reaching to the heavens as my legs and arms reached out to the finish line. I gave everything I had.

Mike and my brother were waiting for me past the finish line and I collapsed in his arms, crying unabashedly, as I am now, thinking about the race, happy that my Tom was with me again, despite that the ashes of his defeated body returned to nature just two months before. 4:12!-the first race I had won since high school! My races were dedicated to Tom Schorzman: my lover, my friend, and my soul mate. This was the greatest moment of my life.


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