Three Kenyans —- Maiyo, Koskei and John Itati —- broke from a pack of 14 runners as they ascended the challenging half-mile incline, which rises to a height of feet above sea level. I asked her if she thought I should. Since stunning erotic danger was the stock of most every childhood obsession, I probably thought about naked runners more than most children. Oh, and a lot of soggy tortillas.
Even without those impediments, as thoroughly as I searched my heart, I was just not very, very much in love with anything enough to justify a 12K streak, even in San Francisco. One clipped my ear.