The San Francisco Work Out

Sometimes when we travel, I think maybe I should get up early and go to the hotel fitness center or go running or something. Ha. So hardly ever happens. And in San Francisco so unnecessary. Here is how we've been whipping ourselves into shape the past few days.

On Sunday, we hiked up and down San Francisco's hills, just for fun.

On Monday, we walked the length of a reeeeeally long Golden Gate Park, just to see the windmill at the other end.

On Tuesday, we biked across the foggy Golden Gate Bridge, just because, well, we'd never done it before.

We did a lot of other things, too, like riding on two cable cars that broke down, walking down the curvy part of Lombard Street, finally going to see the new Batman movie (mmm...), deciding that we don't really like Pier 39, strolling down the streets of Chinatown, and sitting in a stagecoach at the Wells Fargo Museum.

Phew! Legs: aching. Noses: sunburned. Selves: happy. And of course, after three days of such serious working out, we totally deserved this...

Deliciouso, San Francisco.