Tuesday, December 10, 2013

4.3 miles in the Tenderloin

Who has two thumbs and walked her 600th mile of San Francisco city streets?

This girl!

And where better to take this momentous walk than in the smelliest neighborhood of the city, the Tenderloin? 

Don't worry.  I employed the buddy system by recruiting a few friends to join me.  Unfortunately, the route was not only dicey, it was also incredibly steep heading up Nob Hill so I now owe them.

Here's a piece of advice I impart after taking this walk:  If ever you find yourself wandering in the Loin, focus on the art, not the smell of pee:

 This mural near McCallister and Leavenworth is one of many nifty pieces of public art in the area.

The Warfield music hall on Market and Taylor is an institution.  It's not only a great venue, but the building itself is a work of art.

And the coolest art of all is the Walter Kitundo exhibit at the San Francisco Art Exchange on Geary and Taylor.  Check out this dude's work.  It verges on mind blowing. Seriously.

And when you've had enough of all the fun and excitement that awaits you in the Tenderloin, you can either head due north to Nob Hill, or meander back west toward the Civic Center neighborhood that houses the always gorgeous City Hall, the central library and the Asian Art Museum.  Then go home and take a disinfecting shower.

Saturday, November 30, 2013

4 Miles in the Inner Richmond


After completing this four mile walk in the Inner Richmond tonight, I am just four miles shy of 600! 

For funzies, I figured out that 596 miles is the same distance as Reno, Nevada is from Tijuana, Mexico.  That would be one helluva walk.  I've been to Tijuana.  I'd much rather zig-zag all over San Francisco.  

Although, some of the streets of Tijuana did look a bit like Geary.

Sweet, sweet, Geary...

It's important to note that I stubbed the beepity-beep out of my left pinky toe yesterday (pretty sure something in my foot is broken) and probably shouldn't be on the foot at all.  BUT, I am too determined to hit the 600 mile mark this weekend to let a little pain hold me back.

Thankfully, my brother and sister joined me on the walk to distract me from the shooting pains.   

True story: At the beginning of our walk, my brother discovered a broken phone on the corner of 7th and Geary.  Out of curiosity, he pressed a few buttons, illuminating the keypad and accidentally hitting the redial button.  To our surprise, both halves of the dismembered phone worked and the call went to a voicemail box. Feeling an awkward obligation, we left a quick message, giving the location of the phone carcass.  When we returned to the corner at the end of the walk about an hour later, the phone was gone.   

Swollen foot or no, I will be on the streets of the Tenderloin this Sunday to walk those last four miles so I can end the year on the glorious round number of 600.  Until then, stay safe.