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The Philadelphia Half is a week from Sunday.  Picked up my Amtrak tickets today for the trip and sussed out parking at the train station.  Slowly getting into the half marathon head along with all the details that go along with running a major event in a city that’s not your own.

The weather looks like it will cooperate.  But what if it doesn’t?  I’m running anyway right?  Snow, sleet, rain or cold.  If it’s very cold I’ll be running as Mr.Toss Away Several Sweatshirts Man.

A few years back it was chilly for race. Anything spilled at the water stops froze on the pavement. The organizers had ice melt at the stops.   Gatorade freezes on asphalt.  Ice is ice.

In the past when we all got to 13.1 and the halfers went to their finish line and we fullers made a left turn and headed for Manyunk and the ” Valley of Despair” I knew this was where the real test was going to be.  The ” Valley” is my own term for a certain section of the course.  One man’s despair might be another person’s opportunity.  Do with it as you will.

I know the Philadelphia drill so well after running it 7 times.  What to pack, what to eat, what to wear, when to get up and how much fun this will be.

As the runners all walk towards the start in the dark you can sense the excitement building.  Some people are jogging but most walk briskly. Runners are bundled up.  The tension builds like ascending series of chords.

The crowds and the volunteers are amazing.

I’m ready.

Did you ever notice that when you are running well, I mean really well it’s like you are rolling on a track?  You move effortlessly.  Every stride hits with a solid confident sound and for some reason you don’t feel any contact with the street.  Your legs are strong and propel your body into turns with a lean that would make an Olympian proud.  I’m so ready.

This is going to be great!