I’m so sorry for the late post – I know the suspense of knowing what I did with my weekend must be killing you! (Haha, jk. I’m not quite that interesting...)
Anywho, this was a weekend of my favorite things. Not by plan, it just kind of happened that way.
When I finally got home at 2, I felt the urge to do something cultural. So I hit up the National Portrait Gallery and American Art Museum. They have a new exhibit on Elvis, and also a pretty cool portrait competition exhibit.
That evening consisted of a night dancing at Rumors. I had a good time, but I wouldn’t recommend it. Kind of a weird crowd: a mixture of Georgetown popped collars + wannabe Marines + randoms…
And then, Crossing Bridges!
No, this is not a post about a turning point in my life, or a mended friendship, or a milestone moment. I am actually talking about bridges. Of the engineering variety. Specifically those leading out of and into DC.
Yesterday, for the first time in 8 months of living here, I ran across a bridge! It’s not that I’m afraid of bridges. I have nothing against walking or driving over one. In Boston I crossed the Charles via the Massachusetts Ave. Bridge or one of the Harvard Bridges almost every run. But for some reason, since moving to DC, I just don’t like them.
I will start a run thinking, Hmm, maybe I’ll run to Arlington today. And then I’ll get to the bridge and change my mind (I can do the Canal instead…or the Mall). But this Sunday I started on the Canal, and then felt the inexplicable urge to cross the Key Bridge.
So I made a nice loop: across the Key Bridge, along the Potomac (frozen!) in Arlington, and then back to DC across the Lincoln Memorial Bridge.
It was a great run!