- At mile 4 after crossing Fort Mason and Fishermans Wharf, you could see the thick fog dissipating through the Golden Gate Bridge, an unforgettable beautiful picturesque scene -- Wo Xiang Ni. Wuo Ai Ni.
|Official Time 3:44 (meh...)|
- At mile 11 while running down through the Presidio watching the sunrise along the Pacific Ocean—Wow… How do you make yourself worthy of the love that she gave to you. You don't. You can't. You're not.
- At mile 15 while running on JFK Drive, I nearly stepped on what appeared to be some kind of rodent or maybe a squirrel or a chipmunk-- That's gotta be a chipmunk. Yes, a chipmunk. In a perfect world there would be a disease called Chipmunkiosis, a beautiful terminal diagnosis.
- At mile 18 while climbing up Golden Gate Park I began to experience intense nausea and abdominal cramps. Marching to the side of the road I began to puke. Several runners looked on but they kept on running. The thought came – at some point in my life someone has probably seen me and thought "Well... at least I'm not that guy." This is that moment.
- At mile 23, I hit the wall. The cumulative result of puking, dehydration, and depleting my glycogen stores. The 3:30 pacing team passed me – what am I doing here? why am I doing this?
- The last 3 miles... It felt like the longest 5K of my life, a stretch filled with flashbacks of things that happened October 31, 2013-October 31, 2104. Almost like a mirage—Is that the Ghost from Taiwan? No. No it's not.
- After the finish line – ask where is the Grand Hyatt Hotel?