The Hills Are Alive

Well, we slogged our way through ten miles of Philadelphia on Sunday. Not the best conditions to run in, but we still had fun. I improved two minutes over last years time, so considering the conditions, I’m pleased. Congratulations to Tommie, Kenneth, Rob Rossi, Tim, Rick, Rob Haney, Ira, Colleen, Jane & Alsair-El Hakem Rossi. The good news is they’ll be no temptation to purchase pictures of myself from the finish line at broadstreetrun.com. Dripping wet & tired does not make for a great photo-op.

For me, the absolute highlight came at the start of the run. We were waiting for the start of our coral (The Orange Coral ROCKS! by the way), and we could see the faster runners taking off down the course. My buddy Rob wanted to point out the huge number of runners that were participating, and said to his wife Colleen (who was doing her first Broad Street) "Look you can see them running up the hill." To which Colleen’s replied "THERE’S HILLS?!?!?!?" It was the only time in recorded history where a divorce was almost caused by topography.

My recuperation started Sunday afternoon during a nice hot soak in Epson Salts (thanks Patrice), and during a First Holy Communion party where the conversation and libations were plentiful & flowing. I’ll take off a few days, but then I’ll be back hitting the mean streets of Haddonleigh in the wee hours.

Thanks for reading,
Pat