Although sucky weather may deter me from hitting the pavement, I rarely let it dampen my spirit. But sometimes, even the most diligent runners need a break from the norm. Especially if it involves cherry blossoms.
This past weekend, some friends and I hurled ourselves into a rented mini-van and made our way to Washington D.C. to salivate at the renowned cherry blossoms. In the process, several of us learned the following: Cherry blossoms are not real cherries; museums in D.C. are FREE (what!); pub food in D.C. tastes the same as pub food in Philly.
|Blossoms pre-monsoon-like rainstorm|
While I mosied around D.C. thrusting my camera at every sight of a cherry blossom, I saw volunteers setting up for the famed Cherry Blossom Ten Miler. I was insanely jealous and could feel the adrenaline rushing to my weary legs. This race is on my list for 2012 (assuming I am chosen in the lottery).
As soon as I nestled my bike in the garage, I ordered an air pump from Amazon. I have a feeling that my bike and I are going to be best buddies this summer...
|Banana bread awesomeness|
So although the blossoms and bread were awesome, the biking still has me feeling like I ran a marathon on Sunday instead of biking one. If you know more about biking than I do (which is like, everyone), then I'd love to hear your tips. Until then, my flower-printed youth helmet and I will continue to get acquainted with each other on the bike path each weekend.