One of our favorite spots during the weekend
One of the many spectacular views on the marathon route
Saturday's dinner...we didn't try to match our spouses I swear!
Dave in one of the "street wear" looks that DID NOT work!
The huge window on the side of Nike Town in Union Square
On October 16, 2008, Dave and I departed for a wonderful long weekend in San Francisco. Never mind the fact that the night before, our NEW ADDITION FLOODED and I twisted my knee. After a hectic morning, we were on our way to LAX-- and numerous flight delays which led to numerous drinks in the airport bar. We finally arrived in San Francisco, checked in to our adorable "boutique" hotel and headed out to dinner. Our desk clerk recommended an Irish pub right around the corner. The weather was beautiful that night and Dave and I and our friends Lee and Poppy enjoyed a great meal and a couple of pints. Did I mention that we were in an alley eating...the atmosphere was part of the enjoyment. After that we did something Dave and I haven't done since...well...Vegas...bar hopping. We actually ended up in a club, to those of you that know Dave...yes, a club. Before we went in I asked the bouncer if there were any other people our age in there and they assured me that there were. This club was on the top floor of the St Regis hotel and though the details are a bit fuzzy, I'm sure that we had a great view.
The next day we spent much of the morning checking in for the Nike Women's marathon. In case I've caused confusion- this was the reason for our trip- not a tour of the bars of San Francisco. We were in Macy's shopping and decided that Dave and Lee needed some new clothes...we searched high and low for a floor that had clothes we could afford. We finally ended up in the "Street Wear" collection and found some things. It was hilarious. Two men, one nearing 40 and the other one already there shopping in the section that is most often frequented by teenagers. Believe it or not, they both found some things. Another couple arrived and the six of us resumed the tour from the night before. Friday night was much classier as we had dinner at a restaurant in Fisherman's Wharf with a great view of the bay.
Saturday was another perfect day. We spent the morning watching Big 10 football (my friend Kathleen went to Michigan) in a dive bar. According to the wall outside the bar it was ranked "the number one happy hour spot according to Betty Ford" offensive and funny at the same time. Kind of like the behavior of all of us. For lunch we had the San Fran classic- bread bowls with either chili or clam chowder. We stopped by the sea lions and then started our walk to Little Italy to load up on carbs before the marathon. At this point I need to mention that we had been walking all day and my knee was so sore, I could hardly bend my leg- not the best condition to head into a half marathon with.
On Sunday all of the girls woke up before the crack of dawn for our event. Dave and Lee were both wonderful husbands and got up as well to watch us start the event. It is quite a sight to see 20,000 women congregated in one spot waiting to face one of their biggest physical challenges ever. I think that it was this extreme amount of positive energy that caused me to decided to "just do it" even though I was in pain before it even began. By the time the "slow" group I had put myself in because of my knee crossed the starting line, Dave and Lee had been waiting to cheer us on for almost 1/2 hour- that's how huge this group was. I was only able to run about 3 miles of the 13.1--it's ok though, I finished. I'm lucky to have a friend like Poppy who hung with me as I limped the last 10 miles. If I had to walk an event like this, this was the one. The route through San Francisco was perfect and the scenery was breathtaking at points. I think that if I would have been running and breathless I would have missed a lot of the beauty. After 3 hours of travel by foot, we crossed the finish line where we were handed our Tiffany finisher's necklace in it's little blue box by a San Francisco fireman wearing a tux. The necklace also had a lot to do with the stupidity involved in me doing the event with an injured knee. LOL.
All in all this weekend was one for the record books. As you can tell it has taken me a week to get used to being back in reality!