Sunday morning was the Broad Street Run. I was nervous as hell and didn’t sleep well the night before. But once I started running everything just fell into place. I did far better than anyone (including myself) had expected. One hour and 49 seconds, not too shabby for my first race. There was an energy from the crowd that surged into me. With the help of cheering and the support from my father, who ran every step next to me, I was able to leave every negative thought and feeling that’s been eating my soul for the last few months. There were over 30,000 runners, but for those 10 miles, it was just me and daddy. The Broad Street Run was a goal a set for myself, and there were times during training that I was certain I’d never be able to do it. Cross that finish line was my fairy tale.
Today another dream came true. Accompanied by three friends, I saw Live with Regis and Kelly. I’ve always loved Regis and being able to see him before he leaves the show this year was an incredible experience.
Now I have my eyes sets on the real fairy tale. After running through Philadelphia and spending a day in New York City, I am more certain than ever that I belong back in a big city. I miss the sight of a skyline, the sound of the subway under my feet and the smell of food trucks. I miss trying to figure out what language people are speaking. I miss sidewalk protests, and an entire city coming together during playoff season.
With graduation less than a week away I want to focus my energy on finding my way back to city living. It’s always been my dream to work in PR in a big city. I’m not sure what I have to do to make this dream come true, but I also wasn’t sure that I’d ever be able to run a 10 mile race. When I want something bad enough I always find a way. I’m more determined than ever to make this big city dream a reality.
I remember what it’s like to believe in happy endings again. I don’t want to lose this feeling of hope.
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