Because my birthday is tomorrow, I felt a certain obligation to be a bad-ass today, to prove I still had the ability. I set off on a hot and hilly route toward Rosslyn and DC at a 8 minute (+) pace. When I arrived at the Exorcist Stairs I was pleasantly surprised to see I was completely alone. I paused only long enough to take a picture of the solitude:
I ran up. RAN. It was a quick, bouncing pace – a first for me. By the time I arrived at the top of the stairs I was sucking air. I slowed to a walk and was trying to decide if I still wanted to do the stairs again. I decided, because it is almost my birthday, I really had no choice. This is the long, sloping road down. Turning right will bring you back to the stairs:
So I set up the second run up the stairs:
Oh my God. My legs were burning. They were wobbly. I walked my route back down and knew I couldn’t do it again. Not as a run. I did it twice so that was plenty for me.
I then jogged home on wobbly legs, pausing just to snap two bits of graffiti:
Cara: 1. World: 0. Advantage: Me.