I finished a 10k on a gorgeous D.C. afternoon. It’s almost scary how beautiful it is and its prognostication of a cold winter. But no matter.
This time last year, D.C. was in all its swampy glory. I had aimed to run from my place to the White House and back. It’s about 4 miles total and despite the incline coming back, it’s a very pleasant run.
But I wasn’t ready and it was too damn hot. I didn’t want to turn the next age. More accurately, I didn’t care. My goal was to make it through the year and move forward. Birthday be damned.

This year, however, it was time to run.

I’m sure the tourists are besides themselves. It’ll be warmer next week and I’m sure our heat wave will come on Labor Day. For now, it’s bliss.

I turn 33 tomorrow and start my Jesus Year. It’s gonna be something.

Happy running!