hello from my favorite bucksies in my favorite college town. I love road trips.
This Sunday I ran the Broad Street Ten Miler. Claim to fame, the largest and fastest ten miler in the country. 33,000 participants. It was definitely an experience. I got to downtown Philly around 6:30 a.m., took a school bus 12 miles up to the north part of town(?)--quite an experience packed in a school bus with 70 other runners. I was in the front corral which is good news for such a huge race that has wave starts.
Best part of the race?
...it's DOWNHILL. Like really. I had no idea why this race was so popular. It's just a race, right? Then I ran the first mile in less than 7 minutes and I realized: when you run a race downhill it is fun. Running down hill for 10 miles was the cakiest race I've ever done and the streets were just jam-packed with Philly natives.
I was rather lonely but managed to finish up, find my car, and drive to church to meet mom & dad.
Highlight of the a.m. was hearing a great sermon on 1 Peter and a Cheescake Factory lunch with mom afterwards. Changing out of my sweaty clothes in the parking lot was an adrenaline rush but I made it in time for the 1st hymn.
I've thought that if I had a church I'd put treadmills in the sanctuary so people could run while hearing the sermon (how I listen to most sermons) so we'll see if my idea goes somewhere one day.