Just like Mt. Washington, just like Pikes Peak, I feel this urge to do it, "Because it's there," to quote George Mallory. (You read it here first: I will not run up Mt. Everest. Ever.) (Um, and hopefully my athletic pursuits won't eventually lead directly to my death.)
I see its imposingness from my normal, everyday route - but I typically run under it. I've known that it's possible to run across it, and it's always been on the back of my to-do list for someday.
That day is soon! That day is NOW!
Frankly, I'm kind of scared. I've run the Brooklyn Bridge, but the pedestrian path on the Brooklyn Bridge is in the center of the bridge - maybe it obstructs the views some, but it also offers some protection. From what? I'm not so clumsy that I'm liable to trip and fall, flying over a guardrail into the river. But, by all accounts (and by "all accounts" I mean this one website I found that discusses running over it), the GWB is harrowing: high and windy and long.
Until... spring break hit! No work responsibilities = crazy running schedule. Finally! That's right; next week. I'm totally doing it. You read it here first.