"At some point, about a kilometer into the run, everything suddenly got wet. I was keeping an 11-minute pace as I plodded down the Embarcadero; Cupid's Span, that enormous bow and arrow sculpture, was visible ahead. I had just forced myself to swallow the last bite of my first Crunchwrap Supreme, and two more bounced threateningly in the waxy brown bag."
"It all came at once: the sweat, the snot and the saliva, which tasted like cheese. Suddenly, my body seemed to be leaking from every opening. My Crunchwraps, too, were leaking. The constant jostling had aged them tremendously in just 15 minutes; the reduced-fat sour cream had leaked out of their apertures and was now painting the inside of the bag. Neither my body nor these industrial grade food items were built for this."
"Last week, a new Taco Bell Cantina - it's like a normal Taco Bell, but it serves alcohol - opened in Fisherman's Wharf. This, everyone decided, was a big deal. On opening day, Mayor Daniel Lurie vlogged outside the restaurant, brown paper bag in hand, and declared that the fast food restaurant would "bring some renewed energy" to the city. Hundreds of people lined up on the opening day, because society is sort of sick in the head like that."
A runner maintained an 11-minute pace along the Embarcadero while carrying multiple Crunchwrap Supremes. About a kilometer in, sweat, snot and saliva combined with leaking reduced-fat sour cream to saturate the runner and the bag. The constant jostling degraded the food within 15 minutes, turning the experience sticky and unpleasant. Separately, a new Taco Bell Cantina opened in Fisherman's Wharf, drawing large crowds and a mayoral vlog. Observers noted the cantina sits roughly five kilometers from another city cantina, prompting ideas for runs that link Taco Bell locations across San Francisco.
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