I can describe my 2nd Broad Street Run experience as successful! I didn’t break any records. I didn’t finish in the top 10, nor did I stand out in the crowd … except for my superbly coordinated outfit and killer playlist (more to come about the music).
I ran the entire 10 miles, only slowing down to rehydrate at a couple of water stations, and proudly crossed the finish line with my head held high, arms raised in victory, and almost pain-free with my winter knee injury only a faint memory, like the blizzard of 2011 or boot-cut jeans.
As the morning started, I shared the subway ride, aka hell, to the starting line with a new BFF at work, CBuck. We were relaxed, looking cute and cracking jokes, but really somewhat pensive for the 10-mile stretch of Broad Street awaiting us. The starting line was a series of colored corrals lining up people based on expected finish time: Elite, Red, White, Grey, Yellow, Green and Pink. I was in Yellow, sorta in the middle of the pack with an estimated finish time of about 1:45. (I will surprise you at the end with my actual time.)