On Father’s Day at 4 AM I got up after getting practically zero sleep, and started getting prepped for my first marathon run in San Francisco….The night before, we had a great meal in a little Chinatown restaurant that we used to go to years ago….I checked my blood sugar just for the heck of it before I went to sleep–and to my shock it was 331-must have been something I ate (hence the sleepless night)….We stayed at a little boutique hotel on Nob Hill, where I started walking down to the race starting point at Market Street and the Embarcadero about 4:45 AM in the dark….Made it to the starting line in plenty of time, shivering but knowing as soon as the race started, that would all end….What transpired from there was a truly memorable experience….A Spectacular Running Tour of some of the most beautiful areas of the most beautiful American City (in my opinion)….Having only run 20 miles on my longest training run ( and not feeling like running another 6.2 miles afterward), I held back the first half of the race so I would have the best chance of finishing….Once we got to the Mission District and Miles 21, 22, I knew I could do it….And I did–I even had a finish line “kick” to finish the race! In what was my first (and most likely my last) full marathon, I am happy to say I ran the entire race without walking, and finished it in flying colors….There is a great satisfaction in running a full marathon–and I will always recall that feeling fondly….
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