I pushed the boy in the jogging stroller through this morning’s Bay to Breakers. Twenty-five minutes to cross the starting line, and not much fast about the rest of the “race,” either. But that’s eight years straight running Bay to Breakers, and a T-shirt for the boy (after an exceedingly long line in the Polo Grounds for the shirt). Since I’m unlikely to qualify for sub-seeded ever again, I’ll have to get used to this way of enjoying the festivities. I don’t even think I’m at the back of this picture of many of the 60,000-strong “runners”.
