Actually getting up at 6 a.m. on a Sunday morning to run-walk the 100th Annual Bay-to-Breakers footrace/costume contest/bacchannal.
Being grateful for friends from Grace Church Brooklyn Heights who sent both pal Elizabeth and signed t-shirts to encourage us along the way.
Being amazed that two friends, Elizabeth and Liz, are willing to pose with me wearing my boob hat. Being amazed that I wear said boob hat. Yes, they look like garlic more than boobs. But I did not have time to find the foam that would have been more realistic.
Thinking a chance to run is a chance to mock Charlie Sheen
Admiring the monarch butterfly centipede. In B-to-B parlance, a centipede means 13 runners connected by both rope or fabric AND by costume theme. We started and finished with these guys.
Running behind cute ladybugs.
Making it to Mile Marker 1.
Thinking that nothing could be more San Francisco than a couple of naked guys running down the street with yellow smiley balloons. We see more naked, middle aged guys than we could count. We see only one topless woman, though.
Noticing naked guys hanging out of windows.
Seeing some naked guys who painted themselves like murals.
Making it to Mile Marker 2!
Marveling at all the house parties as we walked up the Hayes Street Hill.
Giving thanks that a dire weather report - predicting everything from thunderstorms to hail to snow - turns out to be wrong, for SF at least. Looking down the Hayes Street Hill.
Looking up the Hayes Street Hill.
Remarking that official efforts to keep drinking to a minimum, hence this "Sobriety Tent" joke, were actually successful. Not so many blotto drunk runners this year.
Saying howdy to cowgirl runners.
Waving to garden gnome runners.
Making it to Mile Marker 3, at the bottom of the Hayes Street Hill.
Waving to more house party revelers, these along Fell Street and the Panhandle.
Posing with Elizabeth at the exact spot where I had the bike wreck, four days earlier.
Admiring a gargoyle runner. She is running with a mummy.
Coming across perhaps the coolest costume ever, a runner doing a reprise of the movie UP.
Passing Mile Marker 4! Into Golden Gate Park we go.
We all make it to Mile Marker 5! We run most of the way to this point.
Complimenting a runner with a cool hair do. She says she hair-sprayed her hair around an empty water bottle.
Coming upon a Royal Wedding Centipede. Notice yellow queen-y hat, and the mock-up of Princess Beatrice's silly hat. Beatrice announces recently that the hat will be sold for charity. Wonder who will buy it?
Meowing at the Cat Lady runner. Notice cats sewn to her robe!
Passing Mile Marker 6! I am blistered and sore by this point. Walking a bit, running a bit. Friends being very patient.
Enjoying the last of the bands. There is officially-sanctioned entertainment all along the route.
Posing with Elizabeth at Mile Marker 7. I am feeling spent by this point, but a few hundred yards after this, we pass a runner who seems to have Parkinsons disease. If she can do it, I can. We run the rest of the way.
Being glad to walk/hobble/mince after the finish line at Ocean Beach. View back toward the finish line, Mt. Tam and the Golden Gate beyond. Our official time: 2 hours and 7 minutes. Not bad considering a bathroom break, a shoelace break, several stops for photos, and walking at least 2 miles of the course!
Lining up to get finisher medals like these Crayola ladies are wearing.
Watching Elizabeth stretch as we wait for the MUNI bus home. Daughter Erin loans E her petticoat from an old Halloween gothic vampira costume. E wears it for the whole race.
Musing that perhaps leaving left- over boob hats around the house might not be the most wholesome thing for the next generation!