A few weeks ago I ran the San Francisco half-marathon. It’s a breathtaking course (literally) – but such a thrilling 13.1. This day is like Christmas to me. Down from the famous Ferry Building at the Embarcadero, we run toward Chrissy Field, and up to the mighty Golden Gate. Running across the bridge this year was perfect – I felt strong, and enjoyed every second of the wind and fog and crowded lanes. Last year was a different story.