After JW and I finally found a way to walk out (complete with watching someone puke), and I flipped my space blanket around to the correct way, we connected with Cecelia and Steve who were conveniently near the finish line. I got to sit in a warm car with heated seats (Cecelia let me sit in the front, score!) for about 45 minutes while we tried to navigate through San Francisco along with 30,000 other cars trying to get away from the area. It wasn't a bad time; we chatted and I was warm, so I wasn't complaining.
We finally arrived at their apartment around 1:00, where Steve made us some delicious waffles as my first official post-race meal.
|Waffles and Chocolate Milk, a winning combination|
|In my Finisher's shirt and holding my Tiffany necklace|
|Just reverse the image in your head, but this is a close up of the necklace.|
|Hopefully you can tell by the picture but the hill leading up to their apartment was steep.|
|Taken from their website|
|A well-deserved margarita|
Back at their apartment, we watched the new episode of Homeland and then I passed out around midnight with no solid plans of what we would do the next day, our last in San Francisco.
I woke up around 9 and spent most of the morning like this:
|Curled up on the couch, with two blankets and a shawl. I was cold.|
The Haight/Ashbury neighborhood is definitely extremely eclectic - lots of costume shops and people asking for money. But hey, we found this restaurant - Squat and Gobble - and we are so glad we did.
|Mimosas - average, with pulp (?!)|
|The best brunch I have had in a looong time.|
|I'm looking rough, but here's a picture of us with sunny skies.|
|The stairs I was forced to walk up to get to their apartment.|
|Beautiful view of San Francisco from the top of the hill|
|Trying to demonstrate the slope of the street and failing.|
The only cool thing about the airport was this sculpture:
|JW thought it was pretty good and is convinced we need a set-up like this in our apartment.|
Coming up: My thoughts, post-marathon.