#102: San Francisco’s Crookedest Street, Lombard Street.
At the ripe, old age of 27, I discovered calves that I didn’t know existed. My legs were in the best shape of my life. And for a few solid months, I or my calves, felt invisible. So I tried to run/walk up Lombard Street, the Crookedest Street in San Francisco. While I did a post-victory selfie, a man stumbled past me: “God, I hate these stairs.” Lombard Street will give you one of the best…