Unless I come up with something profound that I need to share with you in the next few days, I am going to make this my final sabbatical blog entry [updated: okay, there's one more]. Whatever will you do without me? Well, you can come to church, for starters. Because I'll be there starting on Tuesday and because Jesus is far more interesting than me anyway. And he didn't even get a sabbatical!
So, the last two weeks...
I took off for San Francisco last Saturday and stayed in Union Square at a great little hotel about a mile from the marathon start/finish line. This little mile figures into our story a bit later. Sunday morning, I woke up at an ungodly hour, dressed and marched on down. It was beautiful that morning, a cool and perfect 57 degrees. San Francisco is such a gorgeous city and this morning as 5,000 runners gathered for the 5k, 1/2 marathon and full marathon, it was just right.
This was my view waiting in the port-a-let line. Seriously. That's the Bay Bridge over to Oakland.