I recently went to Washington, D.C., where I ran the slowest 13.1 miles I’ve ever run. It ended up taking me nearly three and a half hours to finish, with more than an hour of that time spent waiting for lights or enjoying some of the sights.
I didn’t run through these spots. I ran to them, then I walked and paid my respects. For U.S. citizens, this is hallowed ground.
I did a lot more running than that, and some of it was back tracking or just running up and down the mall, but I got my 13.1 miles in. Afterwards, I hung up my running shoes for a few days, and just walked, probably an average of 12 miles a day. What I noticed from that exercise is that walking takes a different toll on your body than running, but it can be just as strong.
After that, I got sick. Thanks to a cold, and a tendency for pneumonia, I haven’t run since the D.C. Half. I’m glad it happened now, and not six weeks from now! I did get back out there today. After over a week off, it felt good, even if there is so little oxygen at 7,200 feet (where I am now).