In May 2012, I was walking to work and couldn’t cross the street due to this race going on. I found out it was the Broad Street Run™ and it’s THE race to do if you live in Philadelphia. I came home thinking, I WILL be doing that race next year.
A year later, I entered the lottery for the Broad Street Run™ 10-miler, my first distance race. Unfortunately, I didn’t make the lottery so I joined with the American Cancer Society and raised $500 for the bib that would change my life.
Before I knew it, race day was here. This was happening! I found my corral and got settled in. The first gun went off for the elite runners. No turning back now, I thought. My corral was up next and I was out like a bat outta hell; flying through my first mile per usual way faster than it should. I told myself to hold back, there was a lot of race to go.
Before I knew it, I was at mile 4 feeling good, thinking dang, I’m doing this. Then, the dreaded “hitting the wall” feeling started to creep in. I knew I couldn’t stop and that I wanted to run the whole thing. With only 3 miles left, I knew I had to finish strong, giving it everything I had. The finish line was in sight and started my sprint. And just like that, the race was over.
I just ran the Broad Street Run! I never thought I would run 5 miles let alone 10! On the way home I thought, if I could do 10 miles, a half marathon is only another 3.1. Later that day, I signed up for the Rock ‘n’ Roll™ Philly for my first half marathon that September. And just like that, I was addicted.
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