What It Feels Like To Be In 6,463rd Place
I always wondered what 6,463rd place would feel like. Now, I know; glorious. While I have to sadly report that I did not meet my probably-too-high goal of completing the 2012 Broad Street 10-Miler in under 80 minutes, I can share that I crossed the finish line with a personal best time of 82 minutes and 38 seconds. (Cue the virtual high-fives!)
This year over 41,000 people signed up to bolt down Broad, and while the traffic to park at the stadiums was a total headache (thanks to the Wells Fargo parking lot closure for the 76ers game), I have to say I’ve never seen so many sheep people be shepherded into corrals so efficiently. The run itself was overall a success, and when I rounded City Hall I have to admit I almost shed a tear. Not just because mile six is when I usually hit my “wall,” but because the Broad Street Run symbolizes, for me, the sense of community and pride I feel in Philadelphia. It makes me proud to be from here, live here, and support the City of Brotherly Love.
Congrats to all runners and participants! You should feel accomplished and successful (which helps to dull the post-run soreness and pain). Now, it’s time for me to head to that well-deserved pedicure appointment…