In my day, we had a Pasta Fest the night before Bay to Breakers and we stuffed ourselves sick before running. We partied and got home after 4AM then rushed to get to the front of the starting line at 8AM because, if you were way back, itโ€™d take you a half hour to reach the starting line when the race started and because some people wore garbage bags to keep warm, and theyโ€™d rip them off as soon as the running started. You didnโ€™t want to step on them because those bags were slicker than a banana peel. The race started at 8AM and drinking at 7AM (except me). We didnโ€™t have categories for walkers or slower walkers or very slow walkers. There was only one category โ€“ runners! Unlike today, where everyone gets a medal, in my day, there was only one medal. Guess who got it? Thatโ€™s right! The winner! The guy who ran 12K (7.4 miles) with a life size giraffe costume on and two dummies hanging on its neck, dead drunk, finished first.

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