
In a weak moment on Thursday evening (at dinner...I had one mojito so there was no excuse), I agreed to participate with the American Lung Association's Climb California on Saturday morning. Well it seemed like a good idea. I have been exercising. I am going on the Milford Trek in less than 2 weeks. It was a moment of weakness.
So Saturday morning I was dressed and out of the house before 730am. I picked up two coffees (mine was decaf) and drove over to pick Ana at her apartment (near Ghirardelli Square - It is all about chocolate) and headed over to the Bank of America building. I had decided to wear my hiking books (I do NOT recommend this to any future hikers). We parked (after the trunk (boot) of the car was searched) and headed up to the plaza to register and meet up with her team from work. I was participating as a friend of the Bay Area Air Quality Management District - a sponsor of the event.
I am not sure why I thought climbing 1555 stairs would be a good idea. It was awful. After 2 stories I was ready to quit. The first water stop was not until the 11th floor. I stopped to catch my breath, reduce my heart rate and let my face not be quite so red... I then started up again. I told myself that I could quit at the next water stop (the 17th floor). It was only 6 floors. Well once I again I rested. My face was a fantastic shade of red. But I was a third of the way to the top. So I talked myself into the next 6 floors and so it went ...23rd floor (almost halfway)..29th floor (over halfway)...35 floor (almost 2/3rds done)..Why did I think this was a good idea?...41st floor (oohhh ooohhh now I am in the forties...52 must be just round the corner..plus those very fit good looking firemen would be there to help me) After the last water stop I started up those last flights. While I was taking a short breather on the 50th floor a volunteer came down the stairs to find me. Ana was worried I had died somewhere during the climb...Made it up the last two floors. The photo was taken at the top of climb. I looked thrilled don't I ....
The view was fantastic. I could see across the bay to Berkeley. Alcatraz was just there. After rehydrating with some water, we went into the VIP room and sat drinking mimosas looking out over North Beach. It was a fantastic end. And although my face was cherry red, I felt okay.
After whipping by the house to drop the dog off (whose spent the whole time in Carmel smiling) and picking up a visitor;s pass, I headed over to the Monterey Bay Aquarium. I wanted to see the otters. The sea otters were sleeping peacefully. I think Mom may need one for her bathtub..... Every child in Monterey County was at the aquarium, There were children every where.... The otters were awake, swimming and looking darn cute in the "Wild About Otters" exhibit. It was great to see other varieties of otters. I only spent an hour at the Aquarium. It was well worth it.
I then headed over to REI to purchase the last items I needed for the Milford Trek (hike). After 90 minutes of trying on hiking pants - an experience I never want to repeat- I purchased all the odds and ends needed. I then headed over to pick up a salad from the Fishwife Restaurant. I have been going to the Fishwife since my parents bought the house in Carmel. So is it pathetic to order the same dish for over 20 years? Unfortunately the Fishwife in Seaside was closed. On a positive note the Turtle Bay taqueria in downtown was opened. So I picked up burritos for Mom and I.
Over the next 24 hours, Mom and I visited consignment stores, had the car serviced, bought pillows, had lunch at the Wagon Wheel and generally ran around. We stopped at the Coach store in Carmel. I bought a fantastic handbag - cause I needed it and price was 25% of its original.
