Broad Street is Upon Us 

30 Apr

The Broad Street Run. A 10-mile, 40,000 person running party cutting through the best city (okay, maybe that’s just my opinion) in our country. It’s the largest 10-mile race in the country; its so grand and coveted that there’s a lottery to get a bib. If you follow the RUN215 Facebook group it’s all anyone has talked about for at least a month. So basically, it’s a big deal. It’s also my unicorn, my fabled creature, the race I want so bad each year, but some how fail to capture every time. 

In all the years I’ve been running I’ve successfully secured a Broad Street bib 5 times, of those 5 times I’ve actually lined up to run just once. One year I was under trained, another year it was the week after an unexpected knee surgery, yet another year I injured my IT band in a half marathon the week before and could barely walk, and finally this year: I registered before checking the calendar and didn’t realize that BSR was the same day as Orthodox Easter. Our baby’s first Easter. Which is historically celebrated by our family in Connecticut, and quite unfortunately by the virtue of Broad Street taking place in the City of Brotherly Love it’s pretty impossible to be on Broad Street and in Connecticut at the same time. 

 

Bean and I checked into our hotel room in CT

 
So here I am in the back of the Prius watching my sleeping baby on our first road trip, rocking my RUN215 sweatshirt, and reminiscing about the one BSR I did run: 2015. One year ago, almost to the day, I was 7 weeks pregnant and I ran my first Broad Street Run. And it was amazing.

My cousin Molly and I at the start line

When I started this post I described the run as a 40,000 person running party, and that is true, but honestly, it’s more than that. That 40,000 people mark doesn’t take into consideration the crowds of Philadelphians who come out to cheer. From (former) Mayor Nutter at the start line handing out high fives, to friends and family of the runners, to the Temple cheerleaders, paramedics and police, citizens, and DJs pumping up the noise, the energy is amazing. There’s little to compare it to, and I’ve run a lot of races, in a few different cities, and little compares to the fanfare that comes with the Broad Street Run. 
This race was different, and not just because it had the magic and mystique that only Broad Street has, but because I wasn’t alone. Known to only a handful of people, deep in my belly, was a 7 week old bundle of cells rapidly becoming more and more of a person. Soybean we called her, though we didn’t know she was a her yet. 
The weekly emails I got about the pregnancy told us that week that she had paddles instead of hands and feet, so my husband told me she would swim along while I ran. I spent most of the race picturing that, my little Bean paddling along as my feet carried us both down the street. 
I knew that running was safe since I was a runner before I got pregnant, but I still worried. Worrying, I joke, is one of my core competencies. Was it too far? Would I over heat? Was I in any way jeopardizing our Bean? I checked with my midwife, scoured the Internet and the baby books and decided it would be okay. 
Not gonna lie, I felt like a bad ass finishing a 10-mile race while pregnant, even if very few folks knew. And if I look back over the years and pick which year I was going to run Broad Street, I wouldn’t change a thing. Me and my tiny partner in crime, my sidekick, my wee creation made our mark that day. And I’ll never forget it. 
As for this year? Family first. We have scores of relatives in Connecticut waiting to meet this precious bundle and there’s nothing that would have deprived them of that, not even Broad Street. Bean has a 93 year old great grandma to meet, y’all! 

Bean and Great Grammie

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One Response to “Broad Street is Upon Us ”

  1. TWINS RUN (@TwinsRun) May 6, 2016 at 7:17 am #

    Thanks so much for sharing your story! 🙂

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