Back in DC from New York, it was time to get another Rock Creek run in with JoMarie, Amelia... and Pazzo and Tilley.
It was late afternoon on Sunday and the temperature was dropping fast.
DC had enjoyed a good bit of rain recently (this is a foreign concept to me, living in Atlanta) and so we headed off into the woods with some skepticism.
Sure enough, we got to the narrow banks above the creek and it was a slogfest.
I delicately made my way acros by finding the tiniest bits o plant and roots to give me confidence to not slide down the bank into the creek.
Jome followed behind and said wow, that was worse than it looked from the other side.
Nannygoat Jenkins skipped right over. I think she must have a spare set of feet or something.
We had a great 6.25 mile run from The Mill through the woods up Beach Drive and back down Beach Drive, complete with singing to one another everything from Eye of the Tiger to a dance remix of Holdin' Out for a Hero.
Luckily most people had the good sense to be home and warm by then...but that wouldn't have stopped us from singing out loud.
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