My feet and legs are sore, but I made it. Jack Batty came along, too, and finished in far better condition than I did. He could have done the 7 1/2 miles again, while every step I took hurt.
Apologies to slackergirl, who wasted a bunch of time driving around San Francisco looking for us because of a miscommunication.
The theme of the group I went with was boats. I dressed as the front half of the Titanic. Originally, someone was supposed to join me as the back half of the Titanic, but she flaked out. Didn’t really matter. I didn’t spent a heck of a lot of time on my costume, but even though it was kind of shoddy, it made up for it in conceptual greatness, I think. I heard a lot of people remark, “Hey, there’s the Titanic,” so I feel like it was a success.
Many thanks to slackergirl, who noted that the ship was not the U.S.S. Titanic, as I had thoughtlessly scrawled on the side of my costume. She thought it was the H.M.S., but it turned out to be the R.M.S.
Psst. I’ll let you in on a little secret…I wouldn’t have walked back that 7 1/2 miles at gunpoint.
But, no I wasn’t as spent as I thought I’d be. I still had it in me to walk to where I needed to get to (the muni stop, the BART station, my apartment). All in all I’d say Snooooopy and I added an extra mile to our trek.
And might I add just how adorable Snooooopy is when he’s flopped out and snoring after having collapsed on my bed.
Which brings me also to my apologies to slackergirl. I think I may have been the catalyst to Snooooopy and I deciding to BART back to the east bay. I did want to get home and I wasn’t sure if messages were received and being acted upon (they were), I just thought we would end up falling asleep in Embarcadaro 4 while waiting for our ride.
Snooooopy, you can blame me for the entire foul-up (if you haven’t already). Humble apologies.
Side note: If you’ve never participated in Bay to Breakers, I highly recommend it. It is a unique experience - the best public party I’ve ever attended.
Gee whiz, Snooooop, I guess no one cares that you almost died yesterday. While dressed up like the Titanic, no less.
Perhaps the vast majority of the non-Bay Area Dopers aren’t familiar with the phenomenon of which we speak…
Bay to Breakers is a race held every year in San Francisco. It is a 7 1/2 mile course starting on the eastern edge of the city (on the bay) running all the way accross town to the ocean (where there are breakers) - get it.
Here’s the thing. While it is a serious competition (I believe the winner put in a time of around 37 minutes (but I could be off), the vast majority of the participants are there to party. A good 10,000 people (me included) didn’t even officially enter. We were just there.
Along the course you will find people dressed as boats, fish, ballerinas, vikings, swimming pools, nuns, etc. You well also find people dressed in nothing but cock-rings. Even women! There are almost as many kegs rolling along the course as there are people. And even a few full rolling bars (the tiki-bar was my favorite).
Along the course you will also find ample entertainment. Every garage band in the city sets up a mini-stage for themselves. And some intrepid Village People fans put on a fully (hilariously) choreographed show from the rooftop patio somewhere around mile marker 3.
That was amazing. A good 5 thousand people just suspended there course to watch these maniacs. And they were really good - full, albeit cheesy, costumes, tight (if you’ll pardon the expression) choreography and true showmanship.
Not that I’m a Village People fan. No really. Shut up.
Seriuosly, it’s a hoot. Like Mardi Gras with leg cramps.
Well, Jack, I can walk without completely wincing (and I’m not even on Vicodin!), but much soreness remains. I’m going to be wearing this incredibly ratty pair of tennis shoes this week because they fit loosely, while my regular shoes fit pretty snugly and would evoke great cries of pain if I tried to put them on.
Do I really snore?
OK guys, I’m over it.
I’m glad to hear that there was no permanent damage from the extra walking.
Glad to hear you guys had a good time (well, mostly). Wish i coulda seen it. But alas, i was up til 4:30 Sunday morning, and didn’t arise until well after the run was over.
Maybe next year…
slackergirl, pleeeeeeeeease forgive me!
I’ll never do it again. I promise.
Oh God why, why I have brought this shame on my family.
{insert pitiful sobbing here}
If there is a God in heaven, you find a way to forgive me my transgressions. I’m on my hands and knees, kissing your feet, steeped in humility.
For the love of Buddha, forgive me, pleeeeeeease!!!
[sub]Are you sure you’re over it, I could do more.[/sub]
Alas, I missed the village people… (well, and the Titanic, apparently)
But the whole thing was an incredible sight, and worth barely being able to walk up or down hills today.
I got my pictures developed. I think my favorite is the one of the garbage can on the beach where I stuffed my costume after it was all over. It’s a crumpled white mess with the gray smokestack jutting out to one side. I daresay it reminds me of the floating baggie in “American Beauty.”