[tweetmeme source=”elizabethev” only_single=false]After a glass of wine and a cup of ginger ale (I am a wild and crazy girl) at the Healthy Living Summit cocktail party, Bridget and I headed back to our hotel room, laid out running clothes and set the alarm on my iPhone for 5:40. Approximately 4 minutes later (or so it felt), I nearly spiked the aforementioned phone, volleyball-style, off the nightstand. Since my roommate was wearing neither a helmet nor hockey pads, I made a responsible choice and just turned the dang thing off. We planned to meet Ali for 6-ish miles, and had our hearts set on tackling the infamous “Rocky steps” at the art museum.

As we dragged ourselves into the lobby, I was happy to see a big ol’ group of runners ready to hit the streets of Philadelphia. We headed towards the river with the group, and split off after a mile and a half or so, fixing to get our Rocky on. There are no words to describe the three of us charging up the steps. Only music. Sweet, sweet music.

Sadly, I didn’t have “Eye of the Tiger” at the ready on Saturday, but when Bridget and I went back from a 3.5 miler on Sunday morning, you better believe we were blasting it loudly and proudly. Running the Rocky steps, while jamming to Sly’s theme song? We were definitely having a Philly moment. Those poor people walking their dogs witnessed quite the spectacle.

Other highlights on the streets of Philadelphia included a quick trip to the Rittenhouse Square farmers market, swooning over city hall (it’s sort of like Boston’s… except that it isn’t heinous), sipping sangria on the sidewalk, and enjoying a whole lot of cheese and bubbles at Tria.

Clearly, I loved the City of Brotherly Love.

Also On Tap for Today:

• Looking for more Healthy Living Summit recaps to read?
• Oopsies, up past my bedtime
• Standby for a fun giveaway