It's a quintessential fall day in San Francisco.
We turned the calendar to November,
and just as quickly as she came,
we waved goodbye to our Indian Summer.
There is a crisp chill in the air,
despite the unfiltered sunlight stretching down to earth.
It's they kind of Sunday morning you see in the movies.
Dads with their daughters out for bagels and bacon.
Empty nesters, pepper the sidewalk seating, newspaper and coffee in hand.
Owners with their dogs, letting the morning sun warm their faces,
despite their fleeces.
This Sunday, I rose with the sun.
After a cozy night home as rain pelted the sidewalk,
I felt well-rested and eager to great the day.
And although the saying goes the way of another geographic location,
today, I left my heart in New York City.
It's Marathon Sunday.
It's a great day, in a great city
and some of the 'greats' of my life
just so happen to be running through the boroughs of the Big Apple.
Did you know that the Verrazano Bridge is the longest suspension bridge in the US?
(The Golden Gate bridge is the second longest.)
Oh, the energy in New York this Sunday is pulsing through the pavement!
I wish I could be there to witness it all.
But here I am, for a second year,
cheering on the other side.
Be fleet of feet, dear friends!