Bay to Breaker Bandits

We were bad, but I don't feel bad.  Sunday, we hopped in the Bay to Breakers race without registering.  I don't encourage you to run races without paying but if you're going to, this is the one to do.  You'll walk away feeling guilt free.  I don't even know how to describe this race but I told John and Sara it carried the same concept as the mullet haircut--business in the front, party in the back.  The runners that actually cared about their race time and maybe setting a PR lead the pack while all the party people, who I'm sure had no intention of running, lingered on the course getting intoxicated, taking advantage of the road closures.  I had never seen anything like this in my life. Everything you've heard is true.  The traditional tortilla tossing, the costumes, a frat party that stretched miles and miles, and don't let me forget the nudity.  In fact, I couldn't if I tried.  I believe we tallied 37 naked guys, 5 naked girls and zero hot naked people.   The walk back to the car made for great people watching.  It was truly unbelievable, ridiculous,...CAAA-RAZY.  And people actually brought their kids to this event...something I definitely wouldn't recommend. 

{Fell Street}

{Lifeguard station...in case you end up drowning in your own vomit}

{Free Shrek ears on the course...I tried}

Overall, it was a great run and scenic, in more ways than one.  Would I do it again?  Yes. But don't look for me in the middle of Fell Street with a beer pong sporting a kitschy costume.  Maybe I'm getting old or maybe the drunk off your butt look before 9 a.m. doesn't appeal to me...(because really, no one out there made it look attractive)...I guess it's just not my style.