In less than two weeks, I'll be running through the streets of San Francisco. I can't lie, it's one of my favorite cities in the world. A few years ago I had the amazing fortune of being able to travel there every six weeks for work... and it's a time in my life I will always be grateful for.
There is something intoxicating about SF. From it's massive hills (gulp) and trolleys, to it's architecture- old and new. From the Wharf to the Golden Gate Bridge, Alcatraz to Ghiradelli Square. There is so much to see and do there that a mere weekend there is almost heartbreaking.
Except that this time I'm not there to be a true tourist. This time, I'm going to San Francisco to claim a piece of her streets while leaving a piece of my weakness behind. As many times as I've been there, I can guarantee that I have never seen her beauty as intimately as I will see it soon.
It's like going to see an old friend under different circumstances. It's the same... and yet very different. In a city as large as San Francisco, 26.2 miles doesn't seem like much... but it's enough to give her some ownership over my heart.