But it was winding and green and as I glanced up the hills at the rambling mansions, I thought about the history of it all, going all the way back to the Custis family.
As my thoughts were wandering, my feet were flying, and before I knew it I was at Four Mile Run, a full mile or more away from where I meant to end up.
It was 90+ degrees, my feet were tired and my face was flushed, but there was nothing to do but push on in that way that's all too familiar, the way known to all walkers who've been so enthralled going in one direction that they fail to think about how long it will take them to get back.
Twenty minutes later, I was glad to see the Crystal City high rises swing into view. And the super-chilled office air was for once just right.
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