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  • This morning, I walked 13 miles with friends, and then, I walked seven miles more. I didn' t really have a reason to walk 20 miles, but one of my friends is raising funds and awareness. Years ago, all three of us were doing the same, and we took training walks together. This morning offered us a chance to catch up.

    Actually, it wasn't so much "this morning" as "today" because walking 20 miles takes a long time. A really long time. Inclusive of stoplights and bathroom breaks, buying socks, changing socks, and applying second skin and duct tape, we walked for some seven and a half hours today, but the second half went faster than the first. Two of us practically ran three miles in the middle, trying to get around tourists, kids, and the kite festival.

    Along the way, we saw... too much to enumerate between the bird building a nest, flowers blooming, and life. At a high level, we walked from Foggy Bottom through Georgetown to Dupont to the White House Chinatown, Union Station, and Capitol Hill.

    We stopped at my place to use the bathroom and kept going. Eastern Market, the Capitol (et al), the Mall and Smithsonian, the Washington, Jefferson, and Lincoln across and into Virginia, Arlington National Cemetery and Imo Jima, Rosslyn and across the Potomac back Georgetown and back to Foggy Bottom.

    We ended where we began. In between, we covered 20 miles and a couple of years in our lives, travel, family, and relationships, jobs and volunteering, plans, parties, an upcoming birthday.

    Today, we walked 20 miles. Ostensibly, my friend needed to train. I just did it because I could and I had nothing else planned until later. Then, I went home to meet a visiting friend and life went on.
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