Brief Recap.

The picture gluttony is over. I'm sorry. I couldn't help it. San Francisco is beautiful. It was so fun to be there. Fun to see my family {especially to finally meet Haidyn}, fun to run a half marathon, fun to be out of New York for a few days... It was just a great trip.

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I love San Francisco. It's got such a great vibe. It is definitely more laid back & less rushed than Manhattan... Everyone drives. People smile. There are trees & huge parks. The buildings are all relatively low. The hills are huge. No humidity, just fog. Cabs are few & far between. There is a Costco, with a parking lot. The beach is beautiful. San Francisco definitely has a different feel than NYC. I suppose that the lifestyles of the two cities are just different. Anyway- I loved it. I wouldn't mind ending up there... someday.

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The race itself- Amazing. I'm so glad we did it. I just don't really feel like I can articulate the experience well enough to give the experience the justice it deserves. We woke up Sunday morning a little nervous {aka really, super nervous}. I totally choked up when the race started. I was embarrased that Tara might see, but I think she gets it. I got choked up a few more times along the way- listening to people cheering, seeing toddlers waving their signs, seeing a woman with one leg {+ a really cool looking prostheses} kicking my butt up one of the big hills... It was an emotional experience to do something with so many women, with my sisters... It was just cool. I want to do the full marathon next year {in July- you run over the Golden Gate Bridge}, or at least a full marathon at some point over the next 12 months {New York, St. George, Salt Lake, or San Francisco}. It is definitely an attainable goal. It felt so great to accomplish something big.

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The course wasn't easy, but wasn't awful. San Francisco is a hilly place, and there were definitely a few that were tough {or just long}. My butt is feeling it today- but it's a good feeling, right? Right. I counted this morning- I walked up over 100 stairs to get to work {subway + Metro North station}. I definitely felt every single one, & subsequently had 800mg of IBU for breakfast. Walking home {down the steps} was even worse. The red eye flight- not so bad. I still felt like I had been hit by a truck today, but I did manage to sleep the entire flight home thanks to a fairly thorough case of exhaustion.

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Tonight- I'm alone. Mike had to go to Boston this afternoon. We saw each other briefly this summer after I got home. I miss him. He was nice enough to make me breakfast this morning when I got home {he makes very fluffy eggs}. I was nice enough to dump the entire content of my suitcase onto the living room floor & immediately leave for work which means tonight = organization & cleaning for me {seemingly a tradition when I'm home alone} - & hopefully a 9pm bed time.