July 23rd, 2017: Virginia and I
did the San Francisco Marathon's second half. Getting to the
start was kind of nerve wracking because the bus driver
decided to get creative on the directions. Then we got plugged
up in traffic. The drivers route intersected the first half of
the marathon route, and the street was so thick with people it
seemed unlikely that we'd ever move forward. The people on the
bus had to decide what to do. Some of us abandoned ship and
decided to hoof it to the start (another two miles away). The
rest of us talked the driver into going back to the suggested
route. We got to the start about the time wave seven was
hitting the course. It was chilly so Virginia and I left with
the next wave instead of waiting our turn. It was a well
organized run through a beautiful city. We had a great time.
Mile 7 was slow because I stopped at a portapotty. Mile 11 was
slow because I was getting tired. After that I picked up my
pace because I wanted to get another personal record. As you
can see from the finish time of 3 hours 37 minutes and 46
seconds, I did that.
The second medal was a this year only special challenge.
Virginia talked me into doing this race by saying "They have a
special medal for everybody that did 40 miles of marathons
with them." Turns out, back when I was trying different
things fresh out of college I did the 1984 run. I did the
whole thing in 3 hours 56 minutes and 56 seconds. It's funny
that I'm struggling to do half what I could then, but that's
what two decades plus of being a political activist did to my
race times. Yeah, 26.2 plus 13.1 isn't quite 40 miles, but we
did the trip from the hotel to the shuttle bus pickup on foot,
and that was plenty more than just seven tenths of a mile.