Today was a good day. We started off with breakfast at a local bakery and then met up with friends Matt and Kari around 1pm to run from our house to Sausalito, I think about 7 or 8 miles. The trip was in preparation for a half marathon we will all be running together in one month. I also wanted to fulfill a promise to our departed Gold Angelfish Baptiste. You see Baptiste left Girdwood with me a year and a half ago but the ride through Canada was too much for him and he was belly-up before we made it back to American soil. But I swore to him his final resting place would be the San Francisco Bay and he has been in our freezer ever since.
But a promise made is a debt unpaid so today I ran Baptiste to the middle of the Golden Gate bridge and gently pulled his frozen corpse from the ziploc bag he had been residing in. As Matt, Kari and Angela sang Amazing Grace he took one last graceful dive and floated gently down into the bay. We sang an abbreviated version because we were quite sure it is illegal to throw dead fish off the Golden Gate Bridge. I could be wrong. But we wiped away the tears, didn't see the po po, and continued on our jog to Sausalito, then the ferry back to SF for beers and bloody marys at Gordon Biersch Brewery.
It was a good day. Rest in Peace Baptiste.