The bus ride from Palo Alto, where I met Jeff.

A nice view of the Bay Bridge in the morning sun.

We head through downtown to the start.

People begin to gravitate toward the starting line.

To keep all of the hippies occupied, thousands of tortillas were tossed in to the crowd.

We wait at the starting line.

Us, before the 7.5 miles.

We determined (empirically) that there is really no way you can be injured by a flying tortilla.

Tortilla detritus

We start! And I hop a couple of times to try to get a better view of the people.

This is cart #1, blasting the village people. Behind it is cart #2, with the keg.

Note the toothpaste.

A group of runners dressed as salmon, started at the end of the race, and ran backwards. They were flanked by a sushi chef.

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...

And there are the breakers. I've officially run across the entirety of SF.