Today marks the day that I planned to pick up running again. It’s been a lazy, painful three weeks (I had tendonitis in my foot, and was condemned to stiletto boots for two of those weeks in order to not flex the tendon I had injured… sexy and uncomfortable, but not terribly painful). I woke up early this morning, had a few cups of tea, and read a good portion of Tolstoy’s Anna Karenina. I took a break to check out some cook books on a random bookshelf we have, and emerged with a 1977 weathered copy of Washington on Foot. I flipped through, read about a few walking tours, and was incredibly excited when I found the ink-drawn maps of the district. I was even more excited to find the old metro map in the back, which was printed before the yellow, green, or blue line trains were installed.
After flipping through this, I decisively embarked upon a new running path through Embassy Row. Gorgeous! I also got lost in Rock Creek Park, ended up on the wrong side of the river, and climbed a mountain, which brought me to a cemetery, at which point I found a street and just ran home.
I’ve decided cold weather running is much more pleasant than warm weather running. The air is brisk, I’m not drenched in humidity sweat, and I get to wear fun running tights. Further, today was the first time I went running around my neighborhood during daylight–it’s much prettier that way. Sadly, I don’t have the time free during daylight to do it more often! Then, I came home, and cooked a fabulous protein-loaded stuffed bell pepper dinner at a friend’s house, and watched Jersey Shore, naturally. Once they send me the photos for that, I’ll be sure to post the recipe.