My motivation (a.k.a., my friend Julie) was out of town this weekend when the marathon schedule called for 19 miles. I procrastinated all of Saturday and Sunday and was left with no choice but to run on Monday. About three minutes in I had a great idea. I had my phone with me for music, why not document my run? I decided on a few rules (because I'm Type A and that's just how we do it): I would take one picture every ten minutes (plus or minus thirty seconds) and it could be of anything within a 360 degree view of where I was running at that point.
Not only did I finish my run and actually really enjoy it, as much as one can enjoy 3 hours and 22 minutes of running, I also unexpectedly found myself in the middle of two lessons. The first was patience. There were a few really neat pictures I wanted to capture, but the point was not to take cool pictures, it was to motivate myself ten minutes, or one mile, at a time. Secondly, I learned to let go of some insecurity. I started out looking like a runner - water belt, hand held gatorade bottle, dry fit clothing, etc. But there I was every ten minutes looking like a tourist, jumping up on park benches or crouching down to get the best angle. People looked at me funny, but after the first few miles I learned to smile and be on my way.
Below are 20 pictures (a 10:30 pace allowed for one extra shot!). They are not very good, but a nice way to capture all the training I've been doing for the past three months.
One: Me
Two: Waters of Aquatic Park
Three: Was supposed to be Pier 39/Aquarium of the Bay
Four: Downtown, Transamerica Pyramid
Five: Bay Bridge
Six: AT&T Park
Seven: Ferry Building Clock Tower
Eight: Hmm...something on Fisherman's Wharf?
Nine: Alioto's - Yet another 'SF-Must Do' I have yet to do
Ten: Fort Mason
Eleven: Yacht Club
Twelve: Golden Gate Bridge
Thirteen: The ground (running up a Presidio hill, didn't much care about the quality of the picture)
Fourteen: On the bridge!
Fifteen: Crossing into Marin
Sixteen: Trying, and failing, to be artsy on the bridge.
Seventeen: Crissy Field, from the Presidio
Eighteen: The GGB again, but this time running away from it!
Nineteen: Kind of funny, this was supposed to be my car that I happened to run past. Completely missed it in the shot.
Twenty: HOME!