The San Francisco Half-Marathon
On Sunday I ran a half-marathon.
On Monday, I brought my kids to camp and saw this view:

As I looked out on the expanse, I thought of the whole "you can see for miles," cliche. Since it was an overcast day the view is limited to what it could have been.
Nonetheless, I was struck at how in this frame I could see a big portion of what I ran on Sunday. Everything seemed so small, and therefore, the space so large. And yet, I ran from the base of the Bay Bridge (which is behind Yerba Buena island to the left) to the Golden Gate Bridge (which of course is faintly visible at the right). I ran across the Golden Gate, turned around and came back. At that point, 9 miles were down. The rest of the race - through the Presidio ending in Golden Gate Park - is not visible in this picture.

This summer has been heavy-hitting when it comes to recognizing my own mortality, how I'm suddenly an "adult" (see, I still have to put it in quotes!) and how quickly my kids are growing.
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