With the exception of my extremely brief stint in NY, I’ve lived in San Francisco longer than most of you have been alive. Still, there are so many places I have yet to see. I’ve passed Moraga Street at least 100 times in my lifetime, yet never stepped foot on the 16th Ave. steps until last week. After seeing a friend post an IG picture of them, I decided to change up my usual lake run and work my glutes on the stairs instead. I made it all the way to the second to last set of stairs before I wanted to throw up. Alas, I made it to the top (and back down twice) and was rewarded with a beautiful view of the side of the city I grew up in.
That was the week. The weekend consisted of Giants baseball. On Friday, I sat in the best seats I’ve had to date: front row right behind the visitor’s dugout. While I’m extremely grateful to have been close enough to Crawford to play with his hair (not creepy at all), I’m still a bleachers girl at heart. That’s where we ended up for the Saturday game (even though our real seats were left field view reserve). Regardless, I had an amazing weekend with a few of my favorite G-men. #gallery-18568-1 { margin: auto; } #gallery-18568-1 .gallery-item { float: left; margin-top: 10px; text-align: center; width: 25%; } #gallery-18568-1 img { border: 2px solid #cfcfcf; } #gallery-18568-1 .gallery-caption { margin-left: 0; } /* see gallery_shortcode() in wp-includes/media.php */
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