Monday, May 19, 2008
Some clicks from yesterday's Bay-To-Breakers -- the 97th running thereof
addendum added

We had an invite from long-time friends to watch Bay-To-Breakers at their place down on Fell, about 3.5 miles into the 7.46 mile Bay-To-Breakers "race."

I use the term "race" because BTB is a serious race and a silly race and a seven-mile stroll and a chance to have an excuse to start drinking at 7AM, if that's your poison.

We were told to arrive by 7:30A as the street closures start and it gets harder and harder to find parking. We got up a bit before 6A, showered, made coffee (me) and Nilgiri tea (him) and headed off. First stop Columbus and Union, outside Coit Liquors to catch the 45.

 
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Across the street the young woman in her floaty was having problems getting her new Crocs on and dialing a cell phone with shark fins on her hands. She finally took the fins off to dial the phone. She was still waiting for her ride when ours arrived. Off we go. (We kept an eye out for her but never did see her run/stroll by. TOO MANY PEOPLE!)

By 7:06A we were waiting on Market for the 5 Fulton, which would take us up to Fulton and Masonic. Three blocks down Masonic to Fell, hang a left right ... whatever and we'd arrive.

While we were waiting for the 5 Fulton, a crew of Vikings and their ship passed us heading east to the race start. Beer cups firmly in hand. 7:06AM.

 
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We arrived. Helped set up the brunch buffet. Waited for the first runners to appear.

Lineth Chepkurui, who won the female division, came through at 8:14. (Women runners were given a five minute lead at the race start.)

 
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At 8:17, John Korir blows through with Ridouane Harroufi on his heels. Korir and Harroufi caught up with Chepkurui on the Great Highway just before the end of the race.

 
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The serious (AKA "elite" runners) were followed by the not so serious.
Little BoPeep and her sheep came through at 8:34A.

 
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We had older runners.

 
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And younger.

 
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The Hooter next door (who was a big hit with people who wanted to have their picture taken with him):

 
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Four hours into the race, the Yellow Submarine with the Fab Four strolled by

 
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We had the kilted guy next door

 
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D, offering his homemade hummus and whole grain pita to participants.

 
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We had folks with beads

 
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And folks without

 
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Five hours after we'd seen them last, the Vikings were spotted again. Much the worse for wear after dragging their ship up Hayes hill.

 
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The gang had a great time and, time and stamina willing, I'll pull all the photos together in a gallery.

 
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Later ... we're off to the Ferry Building for a Commonwealth Club panel discussion on raw cheese. Tasting too!

Addendum: (originally written in the comments on View from the Hill commenter Don's blog)

Snapped a pic of a float I thought you'd like.

We watched from a perch off the panhandle, at about the halfway marker for the race.

The last runner/walkers came through about 1P with motorcycle cops flushing the rest of the crowds off the street. (A bit later than usual. The weather was fine and the crowds were huge.)

We swept the piles of litter out in the streets for the street sweepers that immediately followed the cops. We piled plastic bottles and beer cans and bottles on the sidewalk for the scavengers who took them away for their CRV value.

Lucky for the runners, the temps were considerably less than the 95dF they'd been just a couple days before. I can't imagine running up Hayes, pulling/pushing a float in that kind of weather.

A good time was had by all. I caught a bit more sun than I should've. Mellow crowd. There were a few people with gumby bodies, needing the support of three friends to stand upright. There were a few more people we had to shout at to stop them pissing against the house or the Alfas in the driveway. Even people acting like jerks.

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