Having spent the last couple of days in DC with friends, doing the tourist thing, I must confess to having done very little exercise - apart from what has been involved in walking around various places of interest.
Strolling back to our Dupont Circle hotel from the Metro last night, a number of joggers passed me - and I wished I was out running too.
As someone who has never found great pleasure in my daily running regimen, I wonder if what I experienced yesterday means subconsciously I actually enjoy it???
Weird, huh?
