Me, that sweaty girl.

Since I've been back in D.C., I've been trying to get back into my 4-5 day/week running routine that I had going for most of June and July. It's been different, running back on the streets instead of the treadmill, but it's also been fun to run past all the familiar sights. And by sights, I mean the Washington Monument, the Capitol building, the Smithsonian museums...yes, as a runner you are spoiled living in the nation's capital.

But I've also been trying to get used to being back in the humidity of D.C. There is pretty much no humidity in Carson City during the summer. Though I suppose the real question is whether I ever got used to it while living here for the past three years! I was not built for hot and humid summers like Mr. TPG, who thinks D.C. is a piece of cake compared to Houston summers.

So, I run. I sweat. I pant. I turn red.

Because of all those things, I try to tune everyone else out because I know I must look like a crazy person. To illustrate, today a group of African-American teenage boys skated by my on skateboards. One waved in encouragement. And one looked at me, his eyes got big (again, imagine a red-faced, drenched-in-sweat, panting-like-a-dog girl), and he said to me, "girl, you get your workout on!"

So if you are in D.C., enjoying a jaunt along the National Mall, snapping a picture or two of the Capitol Building, and you see a small Asian girl that looks like she just ran through the sprinklers and is about to keel over, give a wave and say "hello" to the Two Pint Girl.