Baltimore.

2pm on a Friday.

I’ve lived in Maryland for 2.5 years.

When choosing a place to live, I looked at a map and decided I wanted to live half way between DC and Baltimore. I’m about 11 miles outside of DC. Do you know how long it takes me to get into the city? 400 hours. But it’s fun to be near the epicenter of power. DC is the Mother Ship. The Home Base. And depending on your side of the aisle, The Death Star.

The best local races are in DC along the National Mall. The Army Ten Miler of course is my favorite – running with Vets from all over the world, running with family, friends, former cadet crushes, with wounded warriors.

The Cherry Blossom 10 miler is another to put on your list. It is a magnificent run under pink canopies of flowering trees.

Today it’s 40 degrees. The race is full of middle aged house wives who have blamed their waistline on “baby weight” but the baby is 28 years old. The race was at 2pm which means I had 9 waking hours to think about my time, eat the wrong things and get bloated, get tackled by a hyper yellow lab, bruised by a rambunctious toddler, burn myself cooking bacon. (stay tuned for the blog post about bacon. All Hail the Pig.)

I prefer 8am runs. GET IT OVER WITH.

Leaves the rest of the day for wine. and rest. and wine.

49 bottles er states to go……

 

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