Charlie, Jen, me, Steph, and Ellie in a blur after the Philadelphia Distance Run! ("Distance Run," in this case, was a half-marathon.) We—Steph, her hubby and my good college friend Jon, Ellie the goldendoodle, and I—drove down from NYC on Saturday afternoon, got our numbers, ate at a really yummy Italian place, crashed into bed, woke up, and ran from the Philadelphia Museum of Art past City Hall and Independence Hall and the Liberty Bell and lots of cool old houses then out along the Schuylkill River and then back to the museum. There were a bunch of cheesy bands along the way; one of them, at Mile 11, played "Eye of the Tiger" right when I ran by. It provided a momentary surge of energy. I didn't really have a certain finishing time in mind, but managed to get a PR—who the hell knows how. Must be the urban air. Or a few remaining red blood cells from Colorado's elevation. But I'll take it! Maybe there's hope for the Big Daddy on November 2.
On the way back, we got stuck in a bit of a jam going into the Lincoln Tunnel, so being the tourist I still am, I took a quick snapshot out of the window. The strange thing is that seeing the skyline almost made me feel like I was coming home. It's returning to a sort of home, at least, one that I'm getting more and more used to and really excited to be in.
When I *stop* taking photos like these, I'll be a true New Yorker.
Risin' up, back on the street
Did my time, took my chances
Went the distance, now I'm back on my feet
Just a man and his will to survive
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