I Beat Broad Street!!!

So, we did it.  It was a cold and dreary Sunday morning, the first day of May.  It was Emme's 11th birthday and my second running of the Broad Street 10 Miler.  Sam and I did it.  No one else that we had talked about running with was there with us, but Sam and I trudged down Broad Street, side by side, for 10 miles at a pace of between 11 1/2 and 12 minutes per mile.  We wore wicking fabric, hats and plastic ponchos.  We endured the rain, hit a couple water stations, one Gatorade station and stopped at mile 4 to give a hug or high five to my daughter, Mallorie.

I didn't train as well as I had wanted to -- the weather was a killer this winter/spring with plenty of cold lasting later into the year than I would have hoped, but in the end none of that matter because want it was time for rubber to hit the road, I did it.  I ran it.  I finished it and I am incredibly proud of myself.  I stayed basically injury free, I trained mostly on my own, with a run here and there with a friend, but when push came to shove I got out there and ran alone.  Yeah Me!!!!

This has not been the easiest year for me at times emotionally.  I still have an awful lot of work to do, but guess what -- I tackled and won Broad Street on May 1st.  I pounded pavement in the rain for two hours and 2 minutes and at the end, in the Navy Yard, I was beaming from ear to ear because I did this -- for me and for me alone.  I'll be back again -- at which time I will be even better because this time I will not back slide -- I will build on this momentum and will keep going forward.  Everyone else can catch up if they want to, but I'm a gonna keep on going...