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February 16, 2020
About 15 klicks into this morning's race I remembered why I never do this run.
I ran my last half marathon of the year in October and a summer of training followed by an autumn of faster training netted me a pretty decent time.
On the first day of August I woke up shortly before six in the morning, laced up my sneakers, walked down towards the pond near where the swans were still dozing, and started to run.
San Fransisco was a whim.
I mean, who doesn’t have “run across the Golden Gate Bridge“ on their bucket list? Or, at the very least, the flexibility to add it when six weeks before a race there a cheap flight is discovered online and karma aligns for a weekend getaway in California?