7/5/2011
Black and yellow, black and yellow, black and yellow. Everywhere I look I see black and yellow. I’ve heard Wiz Khalifa’s song for the team a couple hundred times in heavy rotation. This truly is Steeler country. It’s a proud city with a strong football heritage. They sure do love their team here. It’s awesome to see the way sport brings communities together. Every state I’ve passed loyal fans of various pro and college teams but I think Pittsburg tops my list.
In my rush to get to D.C., I’m surprised that I was still able to take in the city. I think that’s one of the good things about running. You can still catch little details here and there. One of the things I spotted was the Heinz name splattered all over the place. Catsup and steel; what an unusual combination.
Running through cities is always a double edged sword. The pros are that it never gets boring, the people are interesting, and there are a million things to photograph. The cons are, you lose precious time with every distraction, the stop lights make you pause, and it’s much easier to take a wrong turn. One treat I did get to experience today was an ethnic drink from the country of my lineage. Lychee juice. I ran into the Asian market and saw the wonderful refreshing beverage and I had to have it. I felt instantly rejuvenated an powered myself through Penn Avenue. This street had a variety of great shops, scents, and foreigners. It was a slice of America.
For some reason the sun seemed to retire early and I found myself short of the day’s goal. Perhaps it was the numerous stops I made along the way. I ended up at a beat motel that charged me fifty bucks. I think that might have been twenty bucks too much but when you need rest and the darkness sets, anything will do.
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