If you’ve been following along on Instagram, then you know that last weekend I said “see ya later!” to the downpour of snow in New York and hopped aboard a bus to DC. A few of my close friends were gathering and I knew I couldn’t miss the opportunity to catch them all together. Plus, I was able to spend some time with a new baby in our family and there was nothing going to keep me away from that cuteness.
While I was only in town for a short while, I wouldn’t be The Fit Crasher without scheduling a workout or two. So with out further ado, here’s a mini recap of all the sweaty adventures I had while in DC for 48 hours.
I woke up early on Saturday morning and made my way over to Biker Barre, one of the first truly boutique neighborhood studios that opened in DC back in the day. As you can tell from the name, they specialize in spin and barre classes held in a beautifully redesigned Capitol Hill row house. The classes themselves are always great, and the post-class mimosas don’t dampen my motivation either. If you’re looking for more details, here are my full reviews of Biker Barre’s spin + barre classes. I always go to Kelly H’s barre workout and it never disappoints. She’s tough, precise, motivational, and has a killer playlists.
After I pulsed and plied until my legs went kaput, I grabbed a Gouter tonic and made my way over to the adorable Pound coffee shop for an almond milk flat white. Full disclosure: they specialize in Nutella lattes. And yes, they are as amazing as they sound. But the sugar influx and richness takes a commitment I couldn’t quite make at 9 a.m. Next time, Pound. Next time.
On Sunday morning I met my long-time runny buddy and dear friend Jenny at Lincoln Park for seven miles of monuments. If you’ve been reading this blog for a few years, then you might recognize Jenny from many a running post. We have been putting in miles together since college when we both were on the triathlon team at Georgetown. We’ve since run through historic snowstorms, breakups, deaths in the family, her wedding, travels abroad, injuries, marathons, half marathons, and even a New Years Eve race where we both got smoked by a guy wearing a beaver costume. True story. Let’s just say she’s my original running partner in crime. Which is appropriate because she’s also signed up for the Brooklyn Half, so you better believe we’ll be out there together on race day (when I will be trying my darnedest to keep up with her speedy self).
Our seven mile training run flew by. It really made me realize how very hard it can be to run alone sometimes. Especially when your legs are tired and motivation is low. Note to self: start looking into running groups in NYC. We finished our run at the Capitol feeling especially victorious, thanks to a kind police officer who offered to conduct a little photo shoot for us. I think he did a great job, don’t you?
Who didn’t do a great job? Me and my jumping skills. But I hope I get some points for enthusiasm.
After our run we rented Capital Bikeshare rides and wheeled our way to Dupont for brunch with another Georgetown teammate. Which, by the way, is no easy feat after seven miles as the bikes weigh about ten tons. It’s like coaxing a triceratops through rush-hour traffic. But back to brunch. Mimosas and breakfast carbs were consumed en mass at the always fun Kramerbooks.
I had some time before meeting up with my family, so I wandered around a bit and ran smack dab into DC’s new Flywheel. Looking good guys! Welcome to DC!
And just like that, the weekend was over. Filled to the brim with family + friends, although not enough of both. There are so many people I would have loved to have caught up with, so many workouts I would have loved to crash, and so many DC experiences I still need to cross off my list (Library of Congress, I’m looking at you!).