Having left the dentist's office on a rainy morning and started running ten miles home on the nearby W&OD Trail, I was passing through Vienna, the approximate halfway point. I was getting tired, since I hadn't run more than six miles in quite awhile.
But the run was definitely clearing my head and I enjoyed the quietness on the mostly deserted trail. The rain had let up so even that wasn't a hindrance anymore.
I passed Gallows Road where, the last time I ran seven miles, months ago, I had found the trail after getting lost on Gallows Road on that run last spring, and hoofed it home from there. Next up for me, I knew, was the bridge over the Beltway (I-495) and shortly after that, the bridge over I-66.
I passed over each bridge in turn, now a mere two and a half miles from home. Somebody was up ahead on the last bridge, taking an extended video selfie of her run in the raw elements, and I quickened my pace to catch up with her to see, if she wasn't tucked into her own cocoon of selfhood with earphones, whether she would be good company for a mile or two.