Tramps Like Us, Baby We Were Born to Run

One of the great things about this city is that when I go running I pass by so many historical buildings. Working here everyday, it is easy to simply pass by these places and not take the time to stop and consider their significance. My evening runs give me the opportunity to clear my head and truly appreciate the opportunity I have been given.

This evening, I ran up Massachusetts Ave., past the embassies, and up to the National Cathedral. Embassy Row is an incredible stretch of road. Each side of the street is lined with mansions that house the embassies of various nations. The street is so peaceful that it is easy to forget that many of the nations that are neighbors on the row are bitter enemies. The fact that these nations can share a street provides a physical manifestation of the hope that one day many of these countries can coexist outside of Embassy Row.

After passing by the embassies, I turned a corner and was greeted by the towers and buttresses of the National Cathedral that signaled the end of my run. It was truly a special experience that reminded how lucky I am to be able to live in this city and this nation.