Milestone

So today was Bay-to-Breakers and I tried to treat it like a normal day. I failed.

Sitting in my apartment this morning hearing the cheers and yells and cops on bullhorns telling people to stay on the sidewalk – I started feeling trapped.  Like there was this cloud of evilness engulfing my neighborhood and I was stuck inside until it passed. (Note: my shrink has confirmed that I officially still have PTSD).

So my friend came to pick me up (hero) and we had a lovely, sunny day in the city doing nothing and I managed to avoid seeing any drunk, swaying, blacked-out girls in jazzersize costumes.

I ended my day here, grateful again to live in this stupidly beautiful city.

And then, to celebrate the fact that I survived another Bay-to-Breakers without having a complete nervous breakdown (only half a nervous breakdown), I decided to plank Cupid’s Span… nobigdeal.  PTSD shme-TSD. (you can really only make out my hands and feet in the picture below… but I was up high, it was a MOMENT).