Saturday morning I woke up when Dan did. He had business meetings until the afternoon. I had the business of trying to run. Worried was an understatement after my fatigue on Friday.
I ran from the hotel, across the Golden Gate Bridge and back. Best run of my life (at least mentally and scenery wise, pace was good). Words can’t even describe it. I am still reeling from it.
I never run with a phone, but Dan made me take it. Glad I did, because I could take photos 🙂
It was cold, drizzly, and 100% AWESOME. I started from the hotel, hung a left into Fisherman’s Wharf and started toward the Golden Gate. Mostly streets and sidewalks with a little bit of crushed granite trail.
First landmark I saw (other than the Wharf) was Ghirardelli chocolate. Thank goodness there were no smells involved, haha!
Passed a couple of bayside parks and marinas
Moving on, a little closer
Once I got closer, I realized the trail dead-ended under the bridge. Turned around and found a way up that wasn’t the highway (which I was avoiding). Steps. Lots of them and STEEP. Up I went at about mile 5, still running, didn’t want to get stiff or break my stride.
I was energized when I stepped on to the bridge
Garmie showed it was time for me to turn around to complete my scheduled 11. No way in hell could I not finish running across the bridge to the other side. It was only another half a mile. YAY I made it!!! I look like crap, but I was so happy.
I briefly scanned the area before heading back (while I downed Sports Beans, which was the only thing I had packed).
San Francisco and my hotel is somewhere over there…
Sausalito (name makes me cookie hungry)
I began back. This is right before I exited the bridge
Instead of the steps on the way down, I found another route, a really steep hill (you pick your battles I guess). This was 1 of 3 steep inclines on the route, although not too bad.
Retraced my same route on the way back. Saw a really cool Hawaiian Outrigger Canoe festival and the Dolphin Club Swimmers.
I would up with 12 miles, which was 1 more than I needed on the schedule. Mentally I think it did me more good than I can explain. Making it through my whole run and across the bridge seemed impossible the day before.
While I may have worn 100 layers of clothes walking around and at the ballpark, I was the least dressed runner I saw and I was completely comfortable while running in a tank and shorts. Everyone else looked like they were expecting a blizzard, lol! There was tons of tights, jackets, and beanies.
Made sure I walked about half a mile afterward, hit the hotel gym for stretching, water and an apple (love they had fruit in there!)
Absolutely Golden 🙂