Sorry I’ve been absent for a few days, but it’s not as if I haven’t been doing stuff.
Friday I went for another great run down in DC. I started out—as usual—on Hains Point and ran across the 14th Street Bridge towards the Pentagon and Virginia. I got on the Mt. Vernon Trail that runs up the George Washington Parkway and ran north. I took a slight detour at Memorial Circle and ran up to the visitor center at Arlington National Cemetery, both because I like to run past the statues there and because I wanted a drink of water.
Leaving the cemetery, I continued north along the Potomac to Theodore Roosevelt Island. I had planned to go run a circuit around the island, but I realized that I was running short on time because I was supposed to meet Nicki, so I just crossed the Theodore Roosevelt Bridge back into DC and ran down Rock Creek Parkway, back past my old friend, the Lincoln Memorial, and south along the Potomac again until I got back to my ride. It was only about a five mile run, but it just felt great because the weather was good and there were lots of other runners and bicyclists out. I usually like work-out company, even though I tend to overdo it sometimes when I see attractive women…got to represent and so them just how fast I can run, even if I can’t really run that fast for long. I know better but I will still kill myself trying look good. Ah well…
And Saturday…now there was a treat. I got to go to lunch with some great folks at Magnolia’s at the Mill in Purcellville. Besides Nicki, there was Bridget and her beau, and The Sniper and his lady. Truly, a finer table of dinner companions I have not had in recent memory. Nothing beats a good burger and great beer enjoyed in the company of great Americans and there was no shortage of any of these things. Even Lagniappe got into the act, as he rode down in the dog van just to see Bridget, who is apparently the president of his fan club’s Virginia chapter. (Man, I hate that dog sometimes…what’s he got that I haven’t got?)
We then all went gun shopping after lunch over at Purcell Guns. What’s a good lunch without guns for dessert? It’s a small store but it’s packed with great guns at decent prices, and thankfully it wasn’t infested with Glocks. (Someone in our group has this thing for Glocks. I will, however, let that individual remain nameless because I don’t want to embarrass Nicki by calling her out as a Glock-lover. Oops. Sorry, Nicki.)
But now it's Monday, and time to get back to regular blogging business, if there actually is such a thing. And since it's Police Week, you know that I'll be down there taking pics and participating in the festivities later this week, so stay tuned!