Probably the most amazing scenery I will see for a run. I took in the Victorian Conservatory of Flowers, past stately Eucalyptus and vase shaped pines, past the huge working Dutch Windmill, onto the beach, then trail running up and down the beach cliffs toward the glowing red bridge, finishing with a triumphant downhill, or so it seemed, through the forest of the Presidio just in time to grab the bus back down Haight St. to the hotel!
Sadly the gf on roller skates and plan didn't work out (downhills + traffic + skates = yikes!).
I went pretty slow but felt good the whole way with something new and exciting around every bend. 1 PB&J and 2 Goos were enough to keep me going along with carried water. Nice cook temperature and SUNNY which is rare in SF this time of year :)
repeat moral: long runs don't hurt (as much) when they are gorgeous!
Truth telling: All this was made possible by the icing I did on the Achilles tendon the day before--I hope to avoid the tragic ending of a Greek demi-god, or the original marathon messenger of lore for that matter!
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