I’ll admit it – the thought of rolling out of bed extra early on a Sunday morning to run in a 12 kilometer race has never crossed my mind. The same can not be said for my fantastic and highly motivated wife. She and Steve completed the annual KFOG Bridge to Bridge race before I even got dressed. (How did I get so lucky?) The two of them were jamming with Big Bad Voodoo Daddy when I finally arrived to take them home on yet another totally gorgeous day in the Bay Area.