As promised, here are the rest of the photos from my morning run.  Like I said before, the Virgina side of this loop yields superior religious greeting card-style vistas, but it’s still a great run altogether.

Behold Rosslyn as seen from the D.C. side of the house. Honestly, the Potomac is not that big of a river, yet it still manages to carve a stark contrast between old world Georgetown and metroplyptic Arlington (yes, I should be saying metropolitan here, but I’m kind of into making up words this morning).

I used to think that this was a treacherous part of my pre-sunrise run because 1) there are no street lights and 2) there is a crack in the road that I was scared of tripping over. Then I moved to Dakar….and have fallen four times while out running. Cruising along this path is now viewed as an absolute pleasure.

I did this sport in college for a semester. If I’m tripping on sidewalks then you can imagine how much mental energy it took for me to stay coordinated while rowing.

Okay this part of Georgetown is kinda pretty- if only because this path is intended for bipeds only.

Crossing over the footbridge, it’s still a pretty morning.

I know, I am highly creative.

And now we go up, up, up to emerge onto M Street. And I run slow, slow, slow.

This street is evil during peak hours- which I am pretty sure are from 0630-2359. I hate driving on this road. During the marathon I distinctly remember that they handed out orange slices on M Street, because all I felt was smoosh smoosh smoosh as I ran through flattened oranges. Then my soles were sticky until about I got to Hains Point.

Heading back to Virginia you take the unremarkable Key Bridge which is usually packed with traffic.

Halfway across the bridge. This is Theodore Roosevelt Island.

Anyone who runs the Greenberry Loop knows the Wilson Blvd hill quite well. This is how you finish up your run to get back to Greenberry’s…and you are always telling yourself that “hills are speedwork in disguise!” as you drag your tired ass to the top.

I had to stop and snap a photo of the communist building complex that was my digs for my six months at DLI. Rosslyn is pretty soulless; even if you are going to be working around here, I don’t recommend you live in this vicinity. If you do, find some cool friends who will let you stay at their place (that’s what I did).

And I’m back. The sun is pretty  much up and the town is awake. Nothing feels better than finishing a morning run and getting on with your day.