It’s nice to see the Chicago Tribune posting the results of San Francisco’s Bay to Breakers race….as usual the winners were from out of state.
[from http://www.baytobreakers.com/]
People on the SF Caco Society mailing list got dolled up in their fish suits for the annual Salmon Run, that more or less collides with the Bay to Breakers Race.
posted 5.13.04 to the list-serve: “We meet at Michael Lyons for cocktails at 6:30. At 7:45 we trek to Alamo Square. At 8:07 the Kenyans pass. At 8:20 or so the rest of the serious runners pass and we start our journey to the spawning grounds.”
Here are the post-spawning results – I love the quicktime movie.
I knew a bunch of people who ran in Bay to Breakers, real runners and people in it for the kitsch entertainment. I remember my buddy Reuben joined in one summer, during our Junior year at Cal. He said he started off strong and then he joined the back-of-the-pack club, about 15 minutes or so into the race. He thought he could acutally run and keep-up, without training….and he learned the hard-way….hell, but he got a cool T-shirt out of the whole deal….and I’m stuck heckling without a cool shirt. So, who’s the loser?
I’m always tickled to see the centipede groups – where a line of people are stuck together for the race – team building my ass, that would drive me crazy to be dependent on a a group of people to run 7.46 miles.
I miss watching the race….the costumes are cool…the naked racers are not so cool, but you can’t help laughing at their audacity to flaunt it all on local TV (the stations fuzz out the important stuff, don’t worry). Reading about the race makes me feel all fuzzy and nostaligic inside….which is wierd because I’ve only heard about the race from friends and co-workers….maybe, someday, I’ll train for something like Bay to Breakers. 7+ miles can’t be that long….
In general, I miss home. Reading about the race connects me back to home.
Sigh.