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:
This is my favorite view to run too. Except for the finger in the corner..
“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.
One hazard – the horse walking up and down the beach trying to open coolers.
Like an die-hard runner, I faced these like a champion
There is an invisible line running from this rod to the ocean… Quick reflexes can allow one limbo mid-stride!
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.
I run, because I am a runner. Having realized that I have always "been a runner" - even when I went years with out running, I am learning how it has integrated itself in all aspects of my life. When I started running in highschool, my perspective on life changed. Funny that I didn't realize how much it had affected it until just recently.
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