I actually ran Bay to Breakers once.

I'm in the process of clearing my old blog and moving anything of mild interest into this one space.

Who Knew Breasts Made For Such Perfect Storage? May 23rd, 2006.

Current mood:excited

What most girls need a handbag for - wallet, phone, inhaler and keys - was stored snuggly around and between the confides of my boobs. Why? Well on Sunday morning feeling groggy and nauseated from only a few hours sleep after working at the bar i realized i couldn't find my little pink reflective running bag thing and shit, today i was running Bay to Breakers.

I was feeling a little worried, i hadn't ran in nearly 2 weeks and the furthest i'd managed was 6 miles and this race was 7.5. Running (actually walking and taking my sweet time) about 20 minutes late i made my way down to the Start line at the San Francisco bay.

Being pretty much still new to this town and never experiencing a Bay to Breakers before i wasn't quite prepared for what i came into contact with.

It was about 8.20am and the streets were jammed with drunkards, fancy dress costumes, food being thrown, portable kegs and bars, bad bands in every bus shelter, an abundance of naked white dimply bottoms and flaccid penises.

As i approached the start line i remembered what my running pack said - walkers to the right, runners to the left - so i start making my way to the left, and to the left, and to the left, and the left and after a whole 3 lane road was full of walking, some stumbling and some shuffling (due to silly physically inhibiting costumes) i get to the side walk which has about 6 runners on it. Hmm is this really what i was worried about being the shittiest runner EVER in for the past 3 months!? Damn, these people are even gonna make me look good.

So off i went, following Howard Street past my alley where my roommate was stood with her trusty camera...

... then up steep ass i'm gonna kill you Hayes Street hill, then along the once stinky hippy saturated Panhandle to the Golden Gate Park. That is one big park. And here i am personifying sex with some naked dude in the background about a mile from the finish line...



If i didn't look like such a sweaty fur-less shar-pai i might have considered ordering this, but alas, the free version with PROOF rather obnoxiously emblazoned across it will do.

So yes one mile to go and me, along with the nudes, are still going strong. I see the pacific peeking through the last - hurrah - trees of the Golden Gate Park and finally i am one the home stretch. Finishing line growing ever closer and the OFFICIAL end to "Healthy May". YAY me. So what next? I am seriously considering the half marathon in the fall. Though i'm even more seriously considering the Taqueria for dinner every day for the next month first.