Now that I’ve gotten a sufficient amount of post-race slumber, I can document my experience in yesterday’s Broad Street Run. For those who are unfamiliar with the annual event, it’s a 10-mile trek down one of Philadelphia’s major thoroughfares and the largest 10-miler in the country with roughly 40,000 participants.
I ran Broad Street two years ago, when I was still living in Maryland. It was my longest run to date on a cold and rainy day, so I was quite content with my official time of 1:32:54, or an average pace of 9:17/mile. But this time around, my goal was to average out to 8:40/mile. That’s not as fast as my half marathon time, but my training during this long, cold winter was pretty non-existent, so I cut myself some slack. However, in what has become true Emily fashion, I crushed my goal! My official time — which varied greatly from my MapMyRun time — was 1:25:16, or 8:31/mile. The course is all flat or downhill, so it’s a great race for setting a PR (personal record). That said, I know several other factors contributed to my speediness.
Let’s start with the weather. At 58 degrees and cloudy, Mother Nature delivered the ideal race forecast. I was nervous I’d be cold in a tank top prior to the race, but I wasn’t.
My strategically-placed fan base also kept me motivated. I had my ever-supportive boyfriend Brian cheering for me a little after the four-mile mark (thanks, babe!), and my parents and sister were allegedly stationed in the median between miles eight and nine. I say “allegedly” because unbeknownst to me the runner tracking app, RaceJoy, lost connection after a few miles, so the fam never saw me and I never saw them. However, knowing they were there definitely gave me a boost near the end.
As always, I’d like to thank the Academy wonderful people of Philadelphia for coming out in full force to support the runners. It’s so encouraging to get a high-five and a “You got this!” from a complete stranger, and I hope to one day return the favor.
Lastly, I want to thank the man on the subway whose silent tolerance to having my body pushed up against his was greatly appreciated. I crammed myself in just enough so that my ponytail wasn’t sliced in half by the doors of the car, and coincidentally my friend Gwenn was right there to witness and capture the awkward hilarity of the situation.