Today I met Dickson on the Mall outside the Hirshorn. The Mall, without any shade, was like an oven so we decided to make for Hains Point. The wind from the rivers did little to cool us off. We shuffled through thousands of tourists eyeing Honest Abe and gawking at the reflective pools. I heard no less than a dozen languages winding back to work.
Last week I got in 80. The workout felt better, the long run felt better...things are slowly getting...well, better.