First-off, congratulations to all Marine Corps Marathon and 10K finishers! (I also can’t wait to read your race recaps.) It’s been exciting to see this city fill with runners, and if I didn’t have a marathon fever before…I definitely do now.
On that note, let’s flashback to the weekend.
On Saturday morning, I did something that I’ve been wanting to do for months: try indoor rock climbing again. My Dad used to take my siblings and I to a climbing wall in Ann Arbor, MI all the time growing up, and I loved scaling those walls. I wasn’t a kid with excellent hand-eye coordination, but I was a ballet dancer, and my leg strength and balance did me favors on the wall.
I haven’t been back to do it in ages, however, and I knew that if I wanted to rock climb without assistance from the gym, I would need to renew my belaying/climbing skills. I signed up for a $30 basic skills class at Sportrock in Arlington (there’s also a gym in Rockville), and I thought it was worth every penny. The two hours flew by, the instructor was great, and we were able to climb with groups of three after the class was over for as long as we wanted to stick around. We were even sent home with rope to practice our knots and written instructions in case we needed help. Next step? Take a belaying test on my next visit and then I’ll be cleared to belay for my partner.
Seriously though, I was like a little kid that whole morning. I had so much fun!
We borrowed a car to drive to the climbing wall so we stopped at the Navy Yard on the way home for a little TaKorean lunch, a visit to the brand new Pacer’s and a grocery run. I picked up a couple Picky Bars for the first time too and saw a fellow DC Oiselle bird!
On Sunday I woke up when Alex readied for the Marine Corps 10K race. As I’ve written before, he had trained for the marathon but a knee injury didn’t make it possible this October. It’s been hard to see him struggle with the injury, but I know he’ll be back a stronger runner in no time. In light of this, he walked and ran the 10K to show his support for the generous people who helped him raise $600 for Tragedy Assistance Program for Survivors. I struggled to find him on the course near mile six, but I caught him at the finish!
Inspired by the runners, and really in need of a long run (I’ll say it again, motivation is low without a training plan), I ran home to NoMa. I also may or may not have stopped at A Baked Joint for some hippie crack granola on the way…and ran with it in my hand the last mile home haha! Also it’s super awkward to wait in line while you are full out sweating. I spent the rest of the day lounging around, taking a nap, watching the Spirit of the Marathon for the first time, making baked mac ‘n cheese (trust Martha) and soaking in every bit of laziness before tomorrow’s 13-hour work day.
What did you do this weekend? Race or spectate?