My mom and I met up in DC this weekend to visit my sisters and their husbands/boyfriends/what have yous (technically, Anna's husband, their impending baby, and Rachel's boyfriend). In addition to getting to see each other and whatnot, this meant that I had to do my long run (20 miles! longest long run since the marathon!) all by my lonesome.
I wasn't looking forward to it especially, but it turned out fine, despite several signs which suggested otherwise:
I ran on the W & OD Trail, which crosses a small creek (a run) called difficult. But I was still entertained (remember, the further I run, the more easily I'm entertained!).
And one to warn rollerbladers about a steep section (fortunately, it was just about the only steep section, but it was definitely steep. I was very glad I wasn't rollerblading, but I was a little annoyed because there didn't seem to be any reason for the hill--if I'm going to have to over a hill, I at least want the hill to exist for a reason!).