It's been a schizophrenic spring, not surprisingly for the Mid-Atlantic, and alternating between summery days of whim and wonder and gloomy mornings of mist and chill. So, today, with the dogwoods in full effect and the sun cascading into my cube, I decided to hit the Mall for a run. With the legs ultra-tight after not-enough time on the bike recently, this was a revelation: I am not a runner. But, for the mid-day session, this is a great little break from the norm. There are plenty of nooks and crannies on the Mall to discover, and this was just a started