Vacation thoughts

We came back from touristing early(ish) tonight and I'm still wide awake watching some UFC fights. I think Mila's knocked out. We've been walking a lot the last couple of days (over 9 miles
today alone!) and it's wearing her down I think. We got here on Tuesday and spent the first few days with my grandma, great aunt, aunt, and cousin. It was great to see them, especially my cousin Connor who I haven't seen in... 10 years? We did a lot of the normal touristy things, including Arlington National Cemetery and all of the monuments. One thing I noticed was ALL the runners. Everywhere you looked, there were people running around. We even had a shirtless dude stop in front of us while we were eating lunch on a bench to do some stretches before continuing on his run. I think that was for my grandma's benefit.
Mila (correctly) talked me out of bringing my running clothes. This neighborhood isn't all that runnable and I would likely get lost. My phone has been acting up lately and would probably die while out running. It'll be interesting to see how much, if any, fitness I've lost when I get in my next run, the Tuesday night trail run.

Mila and I waiting on our flight

After walking around and seeing the monuments, memorials, and famous quotes, I'm feeling pretty motivated. Motivated to do what - I'm not so sure. I need to find an avenue for that motivation. The plan/goal is to tie it into all aspects of life. As I read more about some of the great visionaries and leaders of our past, I am sure that it will have an effect on how I live and, eventually, what I write about. What insights have you learned from our (or yours if you're from a different country) country's leaders?
I'll sprinkle some of the DC trip pics in future blog posts but I don't have any of them loaded on my computer yet.

Good luck to those Revel Runners tomorrow! Have a great run!

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