Over the course my two-hour run, the city offered sights and
sounds that struck me and have stuck with me.
1. I was maybe a mere mile into the run, which had wrapped
under the Memorial Bridge and climbed up to the Lincoln Memorial. I was on the
wide shaded path between the Reflecting Pool and the Vietnam Veterans Memorial.
On my right, a bunch of adorable, heart-melting ducklings, maybe six or seven,
waddled off the path, toward the pool. Their mother herded them. As I
approached and passed, she hurried them, then turned on me, beak open, and
lunged toward me. I knew I was faster and would escape unscathed. Really, how
much damage could she do to my lower leg? I confess, however, that I was a bit scared
of mama duck in protective-threatening mode.
2. (Preamble: When I was in eighth grader at Bank Street in
New York City, the whole grade visited DC in May.) The month of May seems to be
the “school visit to DC” month. Damn: Hoards of school groups covered the Mall
area. They were in my way, with their matching T-shirts or caps (a modern
paranoia of losing kids; my eighth grade didn’t wear matching neon tees). I
noticed that one spot on the far side of the Capitol Reflecting Pool seems to
be the preferred class photo stage. A group in white tees was arranged on the
few steps there. At least two other groups waited for their chance. Who knew?
I made my way up Capitol Hill. At the top, I dodged school
groups waiting in line for the underground Capitol Building Visitor Center. When
I was 14, I wondered why DC was so interesting. Still do. I know, I know,
American history, the federal government, blah, bah, blah.
As I returned along the south side of the Mall on the
gravel, one group of kids showed off by making fun of the local runners, me
included. The boys tried to outpace me and each other, pointed, laughed, “There’s
another one!” Dude, you all are, like,
14, and I have already run at least seven miles. Are there no runners where you
come from? Shut up, youngsters, no one is impressed. Yes, I know you are bored.
Come up with something else.
3. Taking into account at least 24 hours of heavy rain the
previous week combined with high tide on the tidal Potomac River, the cement walk
around Haines Point was mostly flooded. Park benches were standing in at least
a foot of water, the base of many cherry trees were engulfed as well. The
asphalt of Ohio Drive was fine until I nearly reached the point. I now know the
lowest point of the road around Haines Point. Even as tried to avoid the many
inches of standing water by veering into the interior grass, my sneakers were
soaked.
4. Realizing that I needed to run the 14th Street
Bridge into Virginia to the Mount Vernon Trail to make my distance goal without
having to drag myself past my parked car, which is demoralizing, I ran up the
steps up at the end of the Haines Point portion of my run, and turned onto the bridge’s
footpath. A cyclist passed in the opposite direction. He said either “congratulations”
or “evacuations” to me. Hm. I was wearing a Marine Corps Marathon tee, and the
Pentagon was in sight. No one has ever congratulated me when I wear a race tee.
I remember cycling to the Mount Vernon trail on September 11, 2001, and seeing the
smoke rising. Evacuations did and still do happen in this town. Damn. I didn’t
bring my smart phone with me to check. Was he warning me? I looked for smoke,
listened for sirens. Nothing. Perhaps he just said “salutations,” but that’s
just silly. I have to assume “congratulations.” Thanks!
