At the end of a long run, sometimes it feels good to take a spin around the block, just to feel the muscles in my thighs move around a little more, to kick out my legs in the last vestiges of a runner’s high. I’ll do the same thing at

In contrast to the Chronicle, this article is an ode to San Francisco, to its unwavering magic and beauty and a call to action to all those who contribute to making this the wondrous place that it is, to not give up and leave.