It was a windy, foggy morning in San Francisco but I finished with a 9:57 pace and I was happy with that. And what made the morning even better was that I made plans to meet up with a very old and dear friend of mine after my run. I timed it just right and finished literally three minutes before we were supposed to meet.
I used the three minutes to try to dry off the top layer of sweat from my bright red face. In true noob fashion, I did not bring a change of clothes or a towel so I had to resort to using the world's tiniest hand towel (read: an eyeglass cleaning cloth).
I saw a man dressed in a full business suit - including a tie! - running the path too. Only in San Francisco.
Tracy and I met up at the Warming Hut which is smack dab on the waterfront at Crissy Field. If you are planning a trip to the Bay Area you are going to put Crissy Field at the top of your list. It was once an Army airfield but the Presidio turned it back into its former glory. It's also a great place to get dog envy!!
We grabbed some hot tea (to warm me up after failing to bring dry clothes!) and started walking. Let me tell you something about Tracy. She is the kind of friend that makes you feel good about yourself just being in her presence. I've known her for about 17 years when we both moved to SF around the same time. I was devastated when she left the west coast to move to Wisconsin (though happy she met her future husband who is awesome in his own right!). I was sitting in an In N Out when she called me a few years ago to say her husband was transferring to San Francisco. I completely lost it in that place out of pure happiness to be reunited and living in the same city!
This woman knows me better than almost anyone in the world. And she know ALL of it - the good, bad, and the ugly...and she has stood by me through it all. We can go months without talking and pick up right where we left off without skipping a beat.
For a long time I worried too much. About stupid things like tsunamis and diseases and car accidents -- things I have little to zero control over. I wasted all kinds of years living in the future living out awful scenarios in my head when real life was happening all around me (and a damn good life!). Tracy and I have talked about everything under the sun and she's helped me learn to live in the moment. To be calm. To meet life courageously. I'm so lucky to know this woman.
I couldn't believe she'd never seen Hoppers Hands in all the years she lived in San Francisco so I walked her there. Actually there have been many iterations of Hoppers Hands - the salt and wind of SF has pounded each of the signs...but they've almost all looked something like this. The story is that Ken Hopper, one of the iron workers on the Golden Gate Bridge, put the hands on the fence at Fort Point in 2000. He often saw runners touch the fence before turning around to change directions, so he put the sign up for them. I think it's a beautiful story made even more beautiful when you read about how he volunteers much of his life watching out for suicide attempts from the bridge. He's saved dozens of lives. There are such good people in this world!
We took a very long walk and then hugged it out, promising not to wait so long between our next visits. She is a very busy woman who also travels a LOT (to very cool places) so I don't see her as often as I'd like.
I did a few tricep dips and stretched my IT band. I REALLY REALLY wanted to see a whale in the Bay and even brought some binoculars but no sightings dang it! I think I'm the last person in the city to see a whale at this point.
I came home to this scene and it made me the happiest person alive.
I hope your Sunday is a good one too!
Have you been to SF?
What is your favorite landmark in your city?
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