Bridge Run = Success!

Well, guess what happened: despite all my initial fears, we ran the whole stinking thing.

I am in as much disbelief as you are, I am sure. But with Coach Sadie leading the way, Anne and I were both able to cross that Bridge and run the majority of the 6.2 miles – a personal accomplishment for both Anne and myself.

I don’t think I could have done it without Sadie. That crazy girl pushed us up the hill with her words of encouragement, down the bridge, and through to the finish line. (Even though we lost her while we tried to get bagels and fruit, we found her smiling halfway across Marion Square 20 minutes later. Sorry, Sadie!)

I now have no excuses and can’t wait to get going with the rest of my running career. This counts as a start, correct?

Here are a few pictures capturing our experience (starting with the 5:30 a.m. wake-up in our pre-race pageantry at my house):

Sadie and me at 5:30 a.m., pre-race and ready to roll

Jamey dropped us off several miles from the starting line, so we had a good walk through Mount Pleasant before we arrived at racepoint.  Still, it gave us a pretty spectacular view of Shem Creek at dawn.

Sun rising over Shem Creek on our way to the start line

We eventually made our way to the starting line activity, where we waited and amused ourselves with selfie pics and other nonsense.

Selfie pic that might lead you to believe we've already run half the thing

What followed was several more hours of standing around. It wasn’t too bad, since there was a lot to see and hear. (Anyone else care to tell the DJ chick what the difference is between “The Star Spangled Banner” and “America the Beautiful”?)

Couldn’t really see the starting line from where we started.

Word to the wise: use the port-a-potties early, and use them often if you’re farther back. You’re not even going to get near the starting line until a half hour later if you’re anywhere after a purple section.

Hands up here we go!

It’s funny how “Tonight’s Gonna Be a Good Night” can suddenly become a good song in occasions such as this.

A couple miles later, we reached the center of the bridge before heading into downtown Charleston. It was, in a picture, a wordless experience:

Looking up at the Bridge’s center.

I’m thrilled to say that I ran this baby. Post-race, we treated ourselves to showers, a winery tasting, plenty of Firefly and lemonade, and a night out on the town with still an early enough bedtime.

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11 thoughts on “Bridge Run = Success!

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  2. Congratulations on your successful completion of the bridge run. Scott’s considering getting back into good enough shape to run it next year. I’m just considering the treadmill with dread, in general. 🙂

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    • Thanks, Lori. I honestly couldn’t believe how many people were participating in the whole thing – total organized madness. I didn’t even touch on the amount of walking/cell phone talking/stroller pushing women…tell Scott to train for those obstacles as well!

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