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The bus ride from Palo Alto, where I met Jeff. - 135 3586
We head through downtown to the start. - 135 3588
To keep all of the hippies occupied, thousands of tortillas were tossed in to the crowd. - 135 3587
People begin to gravitate toward the starting line. - 135 3589
A nice view of the Bay Bridge in the morning sun. - 135 3591
We wait at the starting line. - 135 3592
Us, before the 7.5 miles. - 135 3593
We determined (empirically) that there is really no way you can be injured by a flying tortilla. - 135 3594
Tortilla detritus - 135 3596
We start! And I hop a couple of times to try to get a better view of the people. - 135 3597
This is cart #1, blasting the village people. Behind it is cart #2, with the keg. - 135 3599
Note the toothpaste. - 135 3600
A group of runners dressed as salmon, started at the end of the race, and ran backwards. They were flanked by a sushi chef. - 136 3602
The top of Hayes St. Hill, the most infamous of the race. About a half mile or so of unforgiving slope. We knew this would happen, we're running through SF after all... - 136 3604
And there are the breakers. I've officially run across the entirety of SF. - 136 3606
Us after 7.5 miles. - 136 3608
"Footstock," the big party in Golden Gate park after the race. We stayed only long enough for free milk and t-shirts.