Would you quit with the dark, scary, intimidating nonsense? You are kind of being a bully. And, I, on behalf of about 299 other people am going to stand up to you. Right here. Right now.
See…you think you are powerful. You think that being mean, nasty, and dark, you will beat us down but you really don’t get it.
Sunday morning is the end for us. It is our “moment;” one we have have prepared for for 15 weeks. Many of us signed up not being able to run a mile even in the BEST conditions. Some of us were veterans–training for our third, fourth, or even 12th Broad Street Run. We, veteran Broad Streeters will be fine. It is the fear you have instilled in our first timers that you should be ashamed of. They have come so far and worked so hard. They think that if EVERYTHING is not perfect…down to the way the breeze blows, all will be lost and months and months of training will be for nought.
Well, you rotten forecast, you may, in fact, get a few new people to back out, stay home, give up with your antics. BUT, I guarantee you will not intimidate a single one of my running mates.
How can I be so sure?
Well, frankly, and not to put you down (we all know bullies already have low self esteem,) but it is not about you. Even a little.
My team is running Broad Street on 5/1/16 for the fourth time. We run because cancer has torn apart too many lives. When we line up in our bright green shirts (albeit under trash bags and ponchos,) we will have raised over $800,000 for the American Cancer Society running this very race.
And, until this year, YOU have been such a gem..truly a gentleman with your sunshine, breeze and perfectly timed overcast skies. Remember last year? You threw in some clouds over us and the temps dipped. Then, just as the national anthem played, you allowed Sun to peek through…it was beautiful and poetic.
You know what else has been beautiful and poetic? How far this team has come. So many have accomplished things they never dreamed of: longer distances, faster paces, better running mojo DESPITE you. We did those things in 9 degrees and 85. We froze eyelashes, finger tips, and somehow just the left part of my upper thigh. We muddied shoes, socks and the fleshy parts of our calves slogging through puddles. We have fallen, gotten seriously injured, then gotten up, gotten stitches, gotten better and GOTTEN RIGHT BACK OUT THERE.
Because it is not about us either.
It is about our moms, sisters, friends, babies that fight the most dreaded disease on the planet. Sunday, like the last 15 weeks, is about true warriors. They endure chemo, surgery, radiation, and most of all day and night, week after week, they endure FEAR.
One of my runners had to back out–not because of something as meaningless as YOU and your scare tactics but because she is fighting her cancer for the THIRD time. She had to tell her little boys that “Mommy needs chemo again.”
Yes, running in the 50 degree rain, in a poncho, through puddles will be hard. But, it is not harder than that.
So, you do you, Weather Forecast. And we will do US …despite you.