One man’s attempt to run the San Francisco Marathon and other oddities.
Is Rachel Ray selling donuts or pimpin’ for Jihadi Outfitters? Regardless, Ray Ray sure looks like she had made a choice to feel good about with that kaffiyeh and Ice Latte Light.
Training Run #32 – 8.87 mi – 8.43 min/mi
Training Run #33 – 13.43 mi – 8.19 min/mi
After slightly falling off the training schedule due to the annual Bay to Broken recovery period and spending too much time in Thieves Tavern watching the Lakers and the Machine drive to the NBA Finals, I’m finally starting to get back to normal. On a side note, if you ever need a pint and a boiled hot dog and you only have $3, go to Thieves between 5 and 8pm. So far, Thieves hasn’t let me down. Continue reading ‘Am I Making Progress? Or am I Falling Apart?’
The 97th Bay to Breakers has come and gone. Somehow, a Kenyan managed to win the race fending off a out a spirited late rally down the Great Highway by a guy wearing a gorilla suit. I think the guy in the gorilla suit took the N Judah to the seven mile marker, but you never know.
Once again, B2B provided all with a number of life lessons. Some life lessons detailed in a previous post were reaffirmed, new life lessons were illuminated, and some were modified.
Hello World!
For those PaiWing readers outside of the Bay Area bubble, the third Sunday of May will probably pass just like any other Sunday. You might leisurely lay in bed to read the papers. You might do some gardening. You might have brunch with an old friend. But, if you’re inside that bubble, you might start off your third Sunday in May with a bloody mary followed by another and another and so on and soforth. You might dress up like a clown or a Smurf. You might fall on your face. You might run into an old friend. Hell, you might even get arrested. Such possibilities, all granted from an innocuous foot race that started 97 years ago in the aftermath of the 1906 earthquake in San Francisco. Who could have know that the Cross City Race initially run in 1912 would eventually become the spectacle that it is today? Continue reading ‘Life Lessons Courtesy of Bay to Breakers’
I realize that’s it’s all personal preference. I have a friend who thinks Cake is the best think since sliced bread. Personally, I don’t really get it. Another thing I just get is plunking down $250 for a weekend of music. Unless, of course, it is a stellar line up. Outside Lands…I’m not so sure. Continue reading ‘Does 2/3rds of Outside Lands Kinda Suck?’
A funny thing happend while at the Kanye West show last week with Zozo and ‘Gela. I can’t remember if it was after N.E.R.D. or Rhianna (both of which pretty subpar), but we stared noticing a trend. Actually, we started noticing a couple trends. I hope my yet to be conceived daughter will never be overweight, yet wear tiny denim shorts, heels, halter tops, and fedoras with a tramp stamp. Don’t forget the tramp stamp. If I had a dollar for every prominently displayed tramp stamp I saw at the show, I could have paid for my $80 ticket five times over. No, it wasn’t that trend. It was the trend that started with the guy sitting in front of us. It was that scarf and that pattern.
