Tonight, I saw the Lincoln Memorial and the Reflecting Pool for the first time. I passed through there in the middle of my jog.
I tried to be soak in the romance as much as possible. I really did. I mean, it was aesthetically pleasing. And the weather was cool enough with nearly cloudless skies.
But all I got was a bunch of bugs to the face when I ran the Reflecting Pool strip. The entire time.
Bugs in my eyes. Bugs in my mouth. Bugs on my shins.
Then I dodged bikers and tourists in front of Lincoln. I think they hated the sweating panting me running behind their peace-sign holding photography.
So, Lincoln and the Pool was a first bad experience. But I shall return sweatless (unlikely), comfortable (hopefully), and with a camera (certainly).
Andy Cheng 