Game of Chicken

Running in San Francisco is always an event. Yesterday at 7:30pm (we made it home from work early) I set out for my usual jaunt around Ft. Mason and down to Chrissy Field. Running down the hill I dodged tourists, swerved past cars running stop signs, and lept over stuff on the sidewalk that I won't write about. Halfway down the hill I saw a homeless man who was ambling up. I weaved right - he darted the same direction. Left - same again. This was a serious game of chicken seeing who'd jump first. I'll cut to the finish line ... I did. Typically I would have held ground better but with the smell and the fact that the air around him just seemed thicker it just seemed like the right thing to do.