Today I’m linking up with MCM Mama Runs, My No-Guilt Life and Run The Great Wide Somewhere for Tuesdays on the Run. This week’s theme is “Show Us Where You Run!”
I am loving this week’s “Show Us Where You Run!” theme. As you may know, I currently live in Washington, D.C. and this city is not short of great places to run. Monument tour? Sure! Leafy trails? Definitely! Quiet, tree-lined neighborhoods? No question. Here are a few of my favorite places to run…
My day-to-day runs almost always begin in NoMa and turn around in the Capitol Hill neighborhood. I like how a neighborhood becomes yours the more you run down its streets and by its businesses and people. I like making up “new” routes with the decision to turn down an unexplored street but always being sure of where you’re running. Each quadrant of DC is marked with numbered streets, which move west to east, and lettered streets, which move south to north, so I can always calculate how many blocks I am from home if I need a little motivation. “Only 4 more blocks!” I also never tire of a view of the Capitol building or running through Eastern Market.
Rock Creek Park
It took me a long time to explore Rock Creek Park, but I’m so glad I did. I read once that it’s the oldest and largest urban park in the national park system, but even if it isn’t, it feels that impressive. I’m looking forward to marathon training long runs next spring. There is plenty of room to run without pausing for stop lights and traffic.
Just look at that! It feels calm and peaceful. You’d never know that one street over is flooded with people shopping at Banana Republic or standing in line for Georgetown Cupcakes (Baked + Wired is better). I love running next to the canal and then by the Potomac River as the miles press on. In the summer, I like catching the stand-up paddle boarders and kayakers on the river (much more than I like bypassing the piece of trail with the mean looking geese).
The National Mall
I haven’t been running on the mall as much as I would like lately, but I ran there every week last summer. The gravel was nicer on my shins, and I’d meet my running coach there once a week. I would hop on my bike after class in Foggy Bottom, run laps around the grassy squares and bike home on tired, shaky legs. Running was humbling and challenging and rewarding. It still is.