Broad Street Run is the largest 10-mile race in the United States, and it’s right in my city, Philadelphia. This is truly MY favorite race! I look forward to this race like people look forward to birthdays; it’s that once-a-year event that makes me happy and excited!
Since I had half-marathons in January, February, and April, training for BSR was around these half-marathons. But something went awfully wrong on Sunday; the tank just ran empty. I had absolutely no drive. I got out of the Broad Street Line at Broad and Olney and wanted to get back in and take the subway back to my car. I was both cold and tired and hadn’t slept. I was also returning home to two final exams and a final paper. My last run had been the Bucks County Half Marathon three weeks prior. Seriously, I had no drive, no motivation, and it made me sad because like I mentioned, this is my favorite run and I wanted to enjoy it.
Got coffee and an English muffin with PB and waited close to two hours, in a short-sleeved tee and a running skirt in 50 degree weather in the corrals. It was cloudy and windy, with the sun trying to peek through the clouds. I was freezing! Met my coworker and her brother at the corrals and chatted it up until race start time. I was more excited for her since it was her first race. I just love sharing my love for running with people, at times, ad nauseum! 🙂
First three miles were great. I was starting to warm up, and the crowds were great. I think more people came out this year than last. It was empowering and uplifting to see so many people out early in the cold, cheering us on. I love the spirit of my city!
Stopped at mile 4 to fix my right sneaker and sat on the sidewalk to take it off and didn’t feel like getting back up. Crowds at mile 5 (Broad and Spring Garden) were alive and gave me a boost that died shortly before mile 6. City Hall area and to my right was a band rocking to one of my favorite tunes: Lynyrd Skynyrd’s, “Sweet Home Alabama”. I stopped and played air guitar with them. Turned the corner and scanned for Ed Rendell and high-fived him! Such an awesome guy with an amazing spirit. He cheers the runners every year in his usual spot by the Bellevue.
Mile 7 and that’s when the tank ran empty.
I thought about why I didn’t carb up the night before, thought that perhaps I didn’t hydrate this week enough, maybe I undertrained, or maybe I outdone myself with so many races in 4 months, thought about how much this semester has drained the joy out of my life. And I allowed it to happen. I’m too much too critical of myself, and I let myself down.
I tried to run and my legs wouldn’t move and I began to cry when I saw my splits: 10:05, 10:16, 11:06, 11:45, 12:06 and so on. Grabbed my Honey Stinger gel out of my pocket and got a boost for the remainder of the race. Saw my sissy cheering in her tutu at mile 9.5 and she ran with me for a bit. I want her motivated enough to run with me, but you either have to have the motivation to train or you don’t. She doesn’t have it in her…at least just yet 🙂
Got to the finish line in 2:00 even, slower than last year’s time and 20 minutes off my goal. My hands were awfully swollen! (Overhydrating)
The finish line was so crowded, and it was awful. No cell service, no directions to medal pick-up and some of the food was running out. The weather wasn’t cooperating either – it got cold very quickly and starting raining. I couldn’t contact my sister for about an hour. When we finally got cell service (had to go 0.5 mile outside the Navy Yard), my sissy and I met up and walked back to the car at the Wells Fargo center, where it took us 1.5 hours to get out and another 45 minutes to an hour to drive on Pattison Avenue and onto I-95. And I had to pee, bad, and ready to do something illegal!
I want to do this race every single year as long as I’m still running. This just happened to be a less-than-great experience for ME. I’m going to take time off and perhaps get with a running coach. I’m running again in September, in my beloved city, Rock n’ Roll Philadelphia.