This year’s Bay to Breakers in SF, CA was a insane experience. Starting at 5am getting on Caltrain to the city, we we joinged about about 50 Santa Clara Univ students on the car who proceeded on polishing off agout 3 gallons of high-octane alcoholic prep for the race in the 1.25 hr ride. NON-STOP laughter as everyone from the students to the 35 yr old HP execs to the 50+ mom’s and dads took part in the fun. Off the train and to the race, was hilarious as well seeing the Playboy float that was made up of beds and kegs and a bevy of ladies. Even more fun times.
The actual race start took a little longer than expected walking at a snails pace for about 3 blocks (to the line) and then 2 blocks after the start. Got off to a good pace. Brooke, Scott, T and I all started weaving in and out of the walkers and started to get a decent pace going.
Hopped up onto the sidewalk at 2nd Street and WHAM! uneven surface caught me off guard which quickly followed by my ankle turning and hearing a very audible POP! (even T heard it from 10 feet back).
Stopped VERY abruptly as I could hardly stand and knew immediately that the race (and my F2000 hopes for Cleveland, the Glen and Mid-O) went away with the sound of my foot breaking. T managed to stop some float-bound peeps and got me some ice to compress it right away…Thank Goodness!
In the following 2 minutes another 4 people went down at the same spot 2 major ankle injuries (one girl’s ankle blew up to a grapefruit in less than 5 minutes ~eeeew~!) and a couple other went down onto their knees. Uggh!
The rest of the day was spent in the ER and then several malted beverages in local saloons. The official word: Right Proximal Fifth Metatarsal Fracture (at least it sounds cooler than it feels).
Saw a lot of cool stuff, but was really looking forward to the run. Alas…like the Cubbies…there’s always next year!