So I lied.

Distance: 3.9 miles
Speed: 10 minutes/mile
Weight: 119 lbs.
Sounds: Disc 2 of Silberman's Best of 2004 compilation

Yeah, yeah, I know. The race is over, and I said I was going to discontinue this blog when it was. But hear me out, alright?

The Broad Street Run was amazing. I loved (just about) everything about it. Here's a quick recap:


Saturday, 4/31, 2 p.m.: Attended Health & Fitness Expo at Naval Yard; picked up race bib, timing chip, and goodie bag; purchased brown Coolmax® shirt for race

Saturday, 4/31, 6 p.m.: Had dinner with TT at Villa Di Roma; ate my weight in gnocchi

Saturday, 4/31, 10 p.m.: Drank a glass of wine to calm my nerves and promptly fell asleep (note: this NEVER happens. Usually, when I'm excited or nervous about something, I can't sleep at all the night before. Must have been the gnocchi.)

Sunday, 5/1, 5 a.m.: Woke up and had a lightly buttered (thanks, Tom!) whole wheat English muffin and a vitaminwater™

Sunday, 5/1, 6 a.m.: Applied BODYGLIDE® to my boobs and soles of my feet

Sunday, 5/1, 6:30 a.m.: Pinned my bib number onto my shirt; stuck myself with safety pin twice

Sunday, 5/1, 7:05 a.m.: Had our picture taken by a Philly Department of Recreation photographer (or so he said) while waiting for the Broad Street Line

Sunday, 5/1, 7:10 a.m.: Boarded the BSR; Realized EVERYONE (except for one poor guy who was obviously going to work) was wearing a race bib and sneakers

Sunday, 5/1, 7:20 a.m.: A billion runners got on the subway

Sunday, 5/1, 7:25 a.m.: The subway stopped for no apparent reason

Sunday, 5/1, 7:30 a.m.: The subway started again

Sunday, 5/1, 7:32 a.m.: A billion more runners got on the subway

Sunday, 5/1, 7:40 a.m.: More runners got on, and I lost sight of TT

Sunday, 5/1, 8:00 a.m.: After standing on the subway for almost an hour, we finally poured out into the Olney Station; I began to freak out at the number of people

Sunday, 5/1, 8:07 a.m.: Stood in line for one of the 100 Porta-Johns™ in the Central High School Athletic Field.

Sunday, 5/1, 8:13 a.m.: Saw Maggie & Shatt waiting in the next line

Sunday, 5/1, 8:17 a.m.: Walked into a Porta-John™ and saw an enormous turd on the seat; opted to wait for another Porta-John™

Sunday, 5/1, 8:23 a.m.: Headed towards the starting line and continued to freak out at the number of people

Sunday, 5/1, 8:27 a.m.: Tried to do a few quick stretches while waiting for the race to start; disappointed that I couldn't find any of my friends (except for TT)

Sunday, 5/1, 8:30 a.m.: The gun went off, but we didn't hear it, because we were so far back

Sunday, 5/1, 8:37 a.m.: We finally started moving S-L-O-W-L-Y

Sunday, 5/1, 8:40 a.m.: Squeezed TT's hand and told him I'd see him at the finish line

Sunday, 5/1, 9:35 a.m.: Passed my office building at Broad & Sansom where my wonderful, amazing coworkers were waiting to cheer us on; gave Julie a happy birthday shout-out

Sunday, 5/1, 9:36 a.m.: High-fived Rendell in front of the Bellevue; his was a little weak, but whatever

Sunday, 5/1, 10:01 a.m.: Hit mile 8, and realized I felt good; got annoyed that I didn't run faster from the start

Sunday, 5/1, 10:19 a.m.: Entered the Naval Yard and had a quarter mile to go; got SO FRIGGING EXCITED by the crowds and cheering that I ran as fast as I could to the finish line

Sunday, 5/1, 10:22 a.m.: Edged some poor woman out of the way to make sure the photographer could see me (he did)

Sunday, 5/1, 10:23 a.m.: Crossed the finish line and instantly felt like I had climbed Mt. Kilimanjaro, cured cancer, and won an Oscar all at once

Sunday, 5/1, 10:27 a.m.: Found TT and hugged him so hard it hurt


There you have it. It was an amazing experience, so amazing actually that TT and I are planning to sign up for the Philly Distance Run in September. So though I won't technically be a broad on Broad, I will still be running. And occasionally, I'll be blogging, too.