I'm here for work, which means my agenda for the week is pretty jam packed, and begins at 7:30am each day. But since I'm on East Coast time, I've been able to get up and run (slowly and easily, in deference to my post-marathon legs) before getting down to business. With some familiarity of the city to begin with, I knew I wanted to run along the Embarcadero, the path that hugs the water. But since I'm staying at The Westin, which is famous (on the internet) for having a "running concierge," when I asked for directions to the Embarcadero on my first morning here, I was handed a running map.
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I followed the directions and headed down Market Street to the Ferry Building. The sun was rising over the Bay, and plenty of other runners were out and about, enjoying a gorgeous Thursday morning. I turned left at the Ferry Building and continued along the water, heading towards Fisherman's Wharf. When I got there, I hit stop on my Garmin and said good morning to the (smelly, noisy) seals and glimpsed the Golden Gate peeking out from the fog. San Francisco is just as expensive as New York, but the views are better - why doesn't everyone just move out here?
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On my second run, I again headed down Market Street to the Ferry Building, and then turned right and ran along the Embarcadero, under the Bay Bridge, until I hit AT&T Park. The run in this direction was a little less scenic and a little more dicey, but it's hard to feel sketched out by a baseball park surrounded by palm trees.
Pretty much the only drawback about running in San Francisco is that you're perpetually inhaling pot smoke. Or maybe that's not a drawback for you, I don't know. In any case, I can't really find any other reason to not move here immediately, and commit myself to a lifetime of 55 degree days and soup served in a sourdough bread bowl.
P.S. Thanks for your comments on my Blue Apron post. You sound like shitty cooks. The winner of the giveaway is Megan! Megan, I'll email you.
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