On Sunday, May 6, 2012, I felt a lump in my throat as I joined the starting line of the Broad Street Run with more than 30,000 strangers.
With each stride, I soaked in my surroundings: the drummer happily beating out cool rhythms as runners passed by; the gospel choir along the sidewalk singing joyfully; the woman handing out juicy orange slices to runners; the funny signs. Encouragement from onlookers gave me hope I would reach the finish line. Even when I thought I might not make it, I was inspired to carry on. That, I believe, is the essence of the Broad Street Run: hope and inspiration for all the runners who have a reason to run.
And so, this year, seven years after my run on Broad Street, I am inspired again…
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