No matter how many eternal and rainy 20-milers I may suffer through, though myriad stress fractures may sideline me, and lo the many plantar fasciitis flare-ups that may hobble me, I will always love running because it gave me this:
Just kidding. All that crap sucks and I’d have to see a Yeti on the National Mall to make them worthwhile. BUT! Fish In Crosswalk was indeed a magical moment. Near the Tidal Basin, but not near enough to make any sense, I crossed the street to find this fellow staring up at me. I looked at the car stopped for me for an explanation, but there was none. D.C.’s waterways are flooded, but this guy was a real overachiever. Unless it fell out of someone’s shopping bag. As my très outdoorsy husband put it: “A fish in the crosswalk? You mean, like a supermarket fish?”
