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Bay to Breakers Victory Postsan
7.46 miles, two hours, and one underwhelming hill later, I have completed a 12k walk.
Next year, I'm gunning for running. With a possible Hayes St "fast walk" exemption.
True facts of San Francisco: Bay to Breakers walkers throw tortillas while waiting for the starting buzzer. Nudity is historically part of the party: I counted 20 nude men and 4 nude women before losing track. Variations on scantily clad participants, or costumes which featured plastic indecency, were beyond number. My favorite costume-related moment of the day was late in the afternoon, on the way home, when I walked past a guy in a green bodysuit, on roller sakes, smoking and discussing risk management. (Signs you're getting used to San Francisco: you're startled when they're smoking cigarettes, not other substances.)
I was lucky enough to fall in with a fellow walker on the course, so we paced each other nicely, and after the race (what? I was racing against my expectations. And I totally won.) I met up with![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
jd and buddy after the race but before seeing my sister over coffee in the Mission. I also hit up Bi-Rite Creamery for a sample of the salted caramel soft-serve ice cream. The sample size is exactly right: enough to get a solid taste of cold sweet-salt-fat deliciousness and soothe an irritated throat, not so much I regret eating it. And then I went home, plotting my week.
Lofty 2011 goals aside, I feel great, until I contemplate any activity other than sitting, and then I feel that anything more active than a very hot shower sounds like too much effort. Exercise and I remain copacetic.
Next year, I'm gunning for running. With a possible Hayes St "fast walk" exemption.
True facts of San Francisco: Bay to Breakers walkers throw tortillas while waiting for the starting buzzer. Nudity is historically part of the party: I counted 20 nude men and 4 nude women before losing track. Variations on scantily clad participants, or costumes which featured plastic indecency, were beyond number. My favorite costume-related moment of the day was late in the afternoon, on the way home, when I walked past a guy in a green bodysuit, on roller sakes, smoking and discussing risk management. (Signs you're getting used to San Francisco: you're startled when they're smoking cigarettes, not other substances.)
I was lucky enough to fall in with a fellow walker on the course, so we paced each other nicely, and after the race (what? I was racing against my expectations. And I totally won.) I met up with
jd and buddy after the race but before seeing my sister over coffee in the Mission. I also hit up Bi-Rite Creamery for a sample of the salted caramel soft-serve ice cream. The sample size is exactly right: enough to get a solid taste of cold sweet-salt-fat deliciousness and soothe an irritated throat, not so much I regret eating it. And then I went home, plotting my week. Lofty 2011 goals aside, I feel great, until I contemplate any activity other than sitting, and then I feel that anything more active than a very hot shower sounds like too much effort. Exercise and I remain copacetic.