I don’t know why, but any time I am at the beach, I have the urge to run.. My wife as gotten used to this, and anytime we go to Assateague Island, I know she just waits for me to pop out with:
“I think I am going to go for a quick run.”
She is very accepting of this, just one more thing that she has to deal with, while being married to a runner.
On Sunday, we went to Assateague to enjoy our first family beach trip of the summer. It was chilly (the water was 60, the air was 72) – but my family loves the beach even if we have to be bundled up to enjoy it! Its never as crowded here as it is in Ocean City, 10 miles (or so) to the north, even on a holiday weekend! Running on the beach however, does carry its own hazards.
Like an die-hard runner, I faced these like a champion
I was not looking forward to the inevitable Plantar Fasciitis pain, but even the next day there was none!
I love the beach, I love running on the beach, and I love the fact that it has me started again.