Helloooo from San Francisco!!

I survived 18 hours of flying and God only knows how many hours of layovers and rolled in last night. After a huge, FREE taco buffet at the hostel, an early bedtime and a much-needed shower, I feel nearly human again.

I can even walk a tiny bit on my bum ankle, but I’m not sure if that’s real progress or just codeine.

It’s sunny but freeeeezing (i.e. not 100 degrees) here, and I would kill to be able to go run along the Embarcadero. This is the first time I’ve really been unable to run since I really got into it, and it makes me sad.

But as my dad emailed me: “This little setback is just a setup for a big comeback!”

Word, Dad. Word.