Congratulations to Sean for beating my SF Marathon time from 1998. Geez.

This year there was almost NOTHING going on at mile 11 except they moved the aid station away from the commercial buildings into an area with some apartments and we had someone come to complain about the noise. I was at the wrong place two blocks away, the medical supplies were with me, the ambulance was at the wrong place, and it was all kind of a half-assed mess. But no one got hurt at our station, and we have anyone in the sag wagon. All I did all morning was flirt with some student nurses. For the most part they were older and married, but it beat talking on the radio all morning.

I just realized that I had a dessert on Friday that I probably forgot to mention: the bread pudding at Hopworks. It’s one thing to eat a doughnut on an empty stomach (the only way a Krispy Kreme is going to taste very good) but I was stuffed to the gills when I tried the bread pudding and I still thought it was good. In fact, I think I took a second bite. That’s the kind of thing you want for dessert.

On the other hand I had some of the Pyramid Brewing Apricot Ale today because my brother-in-law kept saying how good it was. It was pretty sweet, which isn’t what I like in a beer. The burger, however, was pretty darn good. It’s on a par with most bar burgers, and I’d post a picture, but my computer is acting up.