On Saturday, I ran my first race in three years. I finished it still running, but lost to a bull dog, a toddler, and 368 other runners. I’m calling it a success—even though I definitely hit some snags along the way.
In 2009, I impulsively signed up for the Philadelphia Half Marathon. I ran a couple of shorter races leading up to the big one and had a blast doing the actual half. I fully intended to be a runner for life, but then I just … didn’t keep running. Three years and 20 pounds later, I laced my sneaks back up and started hitting the sidewalk a couple of times a week.
I’ve resided in Fairmount for five years and can’t imagine living anywhere else so happily, which is why I decided the 15th Annual Great Eastern State Breakout 5K would be a good race for me. Plus, the poster promised an awesome breakfast catered by neighborhood restaurants. I figured I would run faster if I knew there was free bacon at the end. READ MORE