The Statues at the South Philadelphia Sports Complex
As we wallow through middle age, Mrs. Sez and I do our best to stay active in the hopes of delaying the aches and pains of old age. Mrs. Sez is decidedly better at this than I am. My version of staying active typically includes lumbering on an elliptical machine while watching old Yankee games on YouTube for 15 or even 20 minutes at a time, if I'm feeling frisky. She, on the other hand, trains for things like 5K's and 10-mile runs and half marathons. I get tired just watching. Watching these events means waking up while it's still dark out, driving to a crowded place with little to no parking, and spending hours looking to find Mrs. Sez among a sea of people in better shape than I am. I'm happy to do all of this for two main reasons: (1) I get to support my favorite person in the world, and (2) I don't have to do any of the running. One of these events sticks out among the rest for selfish reasons, though. The Broad Street Run has been a Philadelphia tradition for ...