About a week and a half ago I thought I'd meander down I 95 for 2 hours and go for a little run in Washington DC.
The problem was, 30,000 other people had the same idea.
As you can see, this is the start of the Cherry Blossom 10 mile run, which is held anually in DC.
Honestly, I had no intention of running. My wife and I traveled down to watch my daughter Erin who was a participant in this craziness joggers call fun.
I thought I knew what to expect. I knew this was a big deal and I knew there was going to be world class runners here ( all of those pictured above are world class.) and a whole bunch of other runners, but I was blown away by the sheer number of human beings who thought that running 10 miles on a beautiful Sunday morning was a great idea.
Did I mention that this race starts at 7:30 in the am? Craziness!
As my wife and I stood on the side lines watching these committed athletes take to the road, I thought for a minute I should start training for next years run. This looked like fun.
I quickly regained my senses when my knee started to hurt, just walking from vantage point to vantage point.
This does look like fun, doesn't it. What a beautiful city to run through. The course took them past Washingtons famous monument and along the ever popular tidal basin, where the Lincoln Memorial proudly sits. I wonder what Abe would have said if he witnessed 30,000 joggers cruising past.
The field was stacked with big name runners. The woman pictured above in the white hat is Joan Benoit Samualson. All she did was win the first woman's Olympic marathon in 1984, held in Los Angeles. I remember watching her run as a young woman and kicking everyones butt.
Here, at the age of 52, she's still at. God bless her. That was fun to see.
Pictured above is Joan again, at mile marker 9 1/2, going strong.
Trying to find ones daughter among 30,000 people isn't easy, which is why she ran past me 1 hour and 15 minutes into the race, before I could get a photo. Damn!
Here she is, minutes after running 10 miles in 1 hour and 20 minutes.
After some stretching and water intake, we headed off to find a place that was serving brunch.
It was 10 am. Erin just ran 10 miles, and we were sipping our first Mamosa.
Not a bad way to spend a Sunday.