Regardless of what any distance runner says, a HUGE part of becoming a passionate devotee of the sport is the fact that we can eat and drink with relative impunity (well, at least in terms of weight gain). So, it was a pleasure to be in an area with excellent restaurants, and to be there with fellow running friends who like to eat.
I basically ate my way from my arrival to the race (and afterwords, as you'll see below). I met online running pal RunningRadi at Steelhead Brewing Company near SFO airport right after touching down on Friday. On Saturday night, I met my friends/budding business associates Amy and Bryan at Fishwife, where I indulged in Mojitos and the delicious Caribbean bowl pictured below:
On Saturday, the Reeve Foundation treated us to a thank-you brunch at First Awakenings, where I had what may have been the best pancakes ever, a couple of huge raspberry/coconut/granola beauties accompanied by turkey sausage.
Saturday night's dinner involved meeting up with a whole crew of Boston 2 Big Sur kooks at English Ales, a brew pub in neighboring Marina, a bit removed from the Monterey marathon crowds. The bitter ales were delicious; the food, not so much.
Some assorted views:
When asked about this latest running silliness, I've replied simply, "I'm glad I did it and I'm glad it's done." Of the 497 months which I've lived on this Earth, April was probably the most physically and emotionally draining of them all.
I think that next year's fundraising endurance stunt will need to involve a single ultra-distance. I'm thinking (just thinking) about entering a 100K ultra, and adding 8 miles before the start in order to get to 70 miles, since my father would have been 70 in April 2011. Maybe the American Lung Association will benefit from the effort. At this point, though, honestly, I just don't know.