Went running yesterday, the first time in two weeks and something all too infrequent since I got this ‘walking pneumonia’ back in April timeframe. I had a couple thoughts:
· Taking an alternate route through an alley is fine, unless you’re dumb and choose one behind the restaurants – at lunchtime. Talk about scrumptious BBQ! I even pondered what type of wood they used – hickory, I think. I was ‘a sliding around on my own drool…
· It was a four-mile loop, but I made myself stop three times so I’d pace myself and stretch a bit. I think that frustration was the toughest part; panting while Oompah-Loompah’ing down the road is a lot easier.
· As I huffed and puffed up a hilly road, here comes this guy, running backward a minute to show off. Where’s a missing manhole cover when a guy (as in - him) needs one?!
· I feel like Bilbo Baggins, already saying wistful goodbyes to my favorite running routes. And I don’t even like DC. Interesting.