Broad Street Race Recap Part 4 of 4 The Race

Part 4 of 4 finally, the race recap

Ever have a morning where you wake up 30 seconds before the alarm goes off? That was me. I had my lost luggage finally, slept well, and woke up to no alarm. SCORE.  After getting ready, I snuck downstairs and had a banana and peanut butter. I placed my mother’s ring I gave her on my right hand. She was going with me this time. BIL and hubby awoke, dressed, and we were on our way. I had prepared my GenUCAN chocolate protein mixed with coffee (oh yeah baby).

On the ride to the race I teared up a little. I had a lot of messages of support , “Run for you” and “I (you) can do this”. Those two rang home the loudest.

The weather was perfect. Overcast. Low 50’s. I was wearing something warm to protect my neck (spine surgery site) prior to the start.

I was texting teammate Neeli Mann. We found each other, on opposite street corners. DOH! Thousands of people between us, we decided to try find each other at the finish, just as I was told to get off the fence I had climbed. Hey, I am short, gotta climb to see!

I had plenty of time to hit the sea of porta-johns. I then settled into my corral, very close to start time. Then the rumbling started….

Oh no.

No.

Not “that”.

I don’t do “that” outside of my home or familiar area. But boy was “that” knocking loudly. I had 5 minutes to the start and took off sprinting toward the port-johns. Pre race warm-up, right Coach Rebecca? I fought against the sea of runners like I was swimming upstream back into the sea. I luckily found one with no line and hopped in. Don’t know why but I looked into it. I know, I know, gross, but I laughed SO HARD when I saw the cell phone deep in the belly, ringing. Ain’t no one going in after that!

Back to the coral I go. Spiderman (yes, full costume) was there and stretching. Simone from New York was freezing, I enclosed us both in my hoody. Then when we started moving, I gave my hoody to my husband. It was show time.

I love this race.

I ran, comfortable. Sped up when I should, slowed down when I should. Could NOT WAIT to see cake lady.

There was a veteran, in a wheelchair. We played cat and mouse. I would tease and pass him on the uphill as he laughed at me, and in turn he would scream past me on the downhill, both of us giggling playing our “game”.

Words CANNOT describe when I arrived to the aid station by the Capital and I heard “THERE SHE IS! IT’S HER!” I got THE BEST Kidiot High Fives EVER. I felt like a rock star.  Love my fellow Idiots and Kidiots.

At about mile 7 a woman running in front of me passed out cold. Went face first onto the pavement like a falling tree. I screeched to a halt not to run over her. I stood over her and could see she was rolling over. She looked up at me “what hit me?” I said “the pavement”. She giggled. I helped her up, threw her arm over my shoulder and helped her off to the side. A paramedic on a bike was there in seconds. This race has amazing support. She gave me a high five and a thumb’s up and I was on my way.

The drum lines and local bands were AMAZING, the patients of the Children’s hospital were out in their wheelchairs cheering. And there she was, on the corner, I could hear her. “Y’ALL RUNNIN’ I GOT PIE!!!”

WHAT????!!!!

There she stood in all her Lula lookalike glory. Not with a cake, but a pie. I stopped, put my hands on my hips “WHAT? Where ‘s the cake?” she replied with the BIGGEST smile “Honey, you runnin’ slow, I ate it, I’m eatin’ pie now. Don’t you need to go run or somethin’?” She winked and smiled and waved me on. I cannot tell you how much this woman makes me smile every time I do this race.

Honestly the rest of the race was uneventful. It was just smooth, fun, and I was having fun. I could feel the finish coming and I wanted my pretzel. Did I mention they have fresh, yummy ballpark pretzels at the finish?

At mile 9 I heard my husband and brother in law yelling. I stopped, ran back and gave my husband a kiss. His being there means everything to me. I heard a guy next to me as I started back running “now that’s some motivation right there!”

I waved to the battleship as I passed it.

The finish was in the near distance and I was beaming. I did it, I ran. It was glorious. I crossed the finish and immediately ran into THE BIGGEST HUG from Neeli. She was the first person I saw when I finished.

Going through the finish area, they were out of pretzels.   Bummer.

I found my husband and BIL and we started walking in the parking lot toward the car.   A vendor was on the corner “PRETZELS!!”. My husband buys me one. I smile, the race is now complete.

This is the third time I have run this race, and of the 3 times, this is the only time they captured a race photo of me.

Broad Street, thank you. I’ll be back, and this time, I want cake.

And for those of you following the saga of “Hoppy” the bunny, alas, he was never found. On our layover in Houston, TX on the return home ”Blue” joined the family.

blue