There were several reasons for this. While City Hall is past the geographical midpoint of the race--it's closer to mile 6 than mile 5--the largest crowds cheering on the runners gathered in that area. Having so many supportive people watching from the sidelines was exhilarating and refreshing, even in the heat of that day. We passed a rock band across from City Hall playing a song by Tom Petty (I forget which one), and, even though I dislike TP (the poor man's Bob Dylan), the song seemed welcome. I also felt energized by running past so many familiar sights: this is, after all, the part of Broad Street I know best.
Yet such is the degree of focus on running that I also missed some familiar sights that I was expecting. I noted the Academy of Music as I ran past, yet I travelled a block or two before I realized that I'd missed the Kimmel Center. Still, now that I approached mile seven, the end was in sight, at least figuratively. Three miles, as far as I was concerned, was hardly a long distance.
Yet such is the degree of focus on running that I also missed some familiar sights that I was expecting. I noted the Academy of Music as I ran past, yet I travelled a block or two before I realized that I'd missed the Kimmel Center. Still, now that I approached mile seven, the end was in sight, at least figuratively. Three miles, as far as I was concerned, was hardly a long distance.
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