Yesterday, Angela and I completed our seventh and fifth marathon, respectively, in San Francisco, the Nike Women's Marathon. As girly as the race was themed, this was no race for the faint of heart. We climbed from 0 to 300 feet over a period of two miles three times between miles six and 15, and endured a serious of slow inclines and declines throughout the second half of the course. I think the most interesting thing about this course was how difficult it was, but we powered through it anyway, admiring the gorgeous houses, Golden Gate Bridge, crashing waves and all of the pink surrounding us. I still think that running through it is the best way to see a city. We smiled at all the photographers despite feeling like total crap (Angela, aching knees, me, annoying cramps reminiscent of the St. Louis Marathon). Even so, we finished in around four and a half hours (not great, but awesome considering the circumstances), and we lived to cross the finish line and grab our Tiffany necklaces from our firemen dressed in tuxedos, and scarf down some bagels and chocolate milk.
We headed to Haight-Ashbury, where the Grateful Dead and Janis Joplin lived in the seventies, for sloppy Mexican sustenance. Always the best thing to eat after marathoning. Check out where the Dead lived!
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