One of my co-workers is crazy. Well, possibly more than one, but I will start with one. His nuttiness manifests itself in many ways, most notable among which is his propensity to run long races. I am not talking about 10k races or marathons here. I mean 50, 100, or more mile runs. Uphill. Both ways.
As I write, Tony is running a relay race. The 199 mile route goes from Calistoga to Santa Cruz and consists of 12 stages. Of course Tony is running it by himself. (He got a bit of a head start from the race officials.) You can track his progress here, and read a SFGate piece on his obsession here.
Usually these kinds of runs are accompanied by some adventures or misadventures. There was the time that runners got chased — and stung — by a swarm of bees. There was the runners’ aid station in Paris serving wine instead of water. What will happen this time? Flash floods in Napa? Irate drivers in San Francisco? Driving rain in Daly city? Crazed surfers on the way to Santa Cruz? Stay tuned.
Holy cow! All this just because BART doesn’t come down onto the peninsula.