I spent my most of my rainy Sunday huddled up in the United Airlines terminal at SFO with a copy of The Wind-Up Bird Chronicles. While there are other places I would rather be with a good book (for instance: sofa, blanket, cup o' hot tea), I was pleased to have several hours to lose myself in words not related to psychology. Despite the multiple delays and a switched flight, I begrudgingly made it back in time for work.
I always worry a little, pre-trip, that things will be different with my HS crew. 12 years out, we easily fall into a comfortable routine- filling each other in on the details of life, while maintaining a familiar banter. Trip highlights included window shopping, a raw foods feast at Alive with the step sisters, super hero spottings (and zombies, oh my!), reminiscing with Kristen during the Palomar's nightly wine tasting, a walk to Chinatown in search of guava candy, strawberry cupcakes... The wedding was lovely. Stephen and Grace looked so incredibly happy- a contagious joyfulness that was visible in the face of every guest. The theme of family permeated the whole ceremony; after Mr. Chau's speech, it was hard to hold back the waterworks.
Before leaving Abq, I diligently mapped out a 6 mile run starting from my hotel. I was excited for the change in scenery. The plan was to make my way to Fisherman's Wharf then back around to Market Street, with an up-close view of the water. The drizzle and cold got the best of my motivation. Better to spend the last morning enjoying a warm breakfast with good company, eh? Trying to play catch up this week, but the weather is not cooperating. Windy miles seem infinitely harder than calm ones. On a semi-related note, props to the bro for outfitting my itunes with quite the collection of gangsta rap. Who knew that Biggie Smalls would be the best running buddy ever?
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