Tables, Cheeks and Storm Troopers Oh My

Apparently there were an estimated 62,000 participants. (From “serious runners to beer-guzzling revelers.” Nice.) That’s a huge crowd of half-drunk/half-dressed people to push through and try to make your way back to meet up with friends. Actually, I can’t imagine it matters much if you lose your friends in this kind of crowd. I’m thinking that if you’ve seen (ahem) all of what that guy/girl running next to you was born with, I’m sure they’d be pretty open to sharing some time and conversation with pretty much any stranger.

Supposedly the city enforced some new rules this year in an attempt to cut down on some trash issues and debauchery. Fom what images I’ve seen and stories I’ve read, any regulation on this enormous whacky race seem pretty pointless. Can you imagine a police officer blowing his whistle and yelling for someone to “stop!” whatever-ing while 10 hairy guys run by with nothing on but tutus? Poor guy wouldn’t have a chance stopping anyone.

You’ve gotta love the never ending color and flavor of San Francisco. Next May is year 99 of the race, so start sewing your outfit or testing shades of body-paint now. There’s some serious competition out there that I’m sure will be ready to give you a “run” for your money!