Fernandina And Back

It’s Saturday. I’m sitting in Starbucks enjoying a pumpkin spice Americano, writing this post, and enjoying a pretty good day. The Seminoles won, I got to watch a couple of hours of The Ultimate Fighter while my girls took an afternoon nap. The most interesting part of my day was my run on the beach. I don’t think I had run on the beach since the first leg of the 2008 Tour du Pain. I didn’t pick a specific distance today. Instead I ran for a half an hour north and turned around. Whenever I do this the goal is always to get back in less time than it took to get out. I rarely get that done. I have trouble with pacing, so usually I’m half dead by the time I reach the turn around point. Not today, today I got back in 28 minutes and change. LMJ met me about ten meters from the camp and I carried her across my artificial finish line, so I’m giving myself extra points for that. I had forgotten a couple of things about running on the beach. The beach slopes, which I didn’t think about until I was half way to Fernandina. It’s very easy to lose myself in thought running on the beach. The white noise of the ocean combined with the pleasantly, not quite monotonous scenery is hypnotizing. The sand is a lot easier on my feet and knees. I was bouncing along at a pretty good clip and wasn’t feeling the pounding that I feel when I run on asphalt and concrete. The sand is a lot harder on my quads. I ran less than six miles, but five minutes after I finished I noticed my legs stiffening up. That hasn’t happened to me since the River Run, but I didn’t run over a giant bridge today. It was another five minutes before I figured out that sand is what killed my legs. The smartest thing I did all day was to head north on my way out into the wind. I think it made a big difference running back with a tail wind. I felt good cardiovascularly the whole time. My heart rate only spiked over 165 when I sprinted to LMJ and picked her up. I really enjoyed my run.

Best. Sentence. Ever.
Know being superseded through the hall smoothly, not having to waste your breath dictating apologizes for your morbidly obese bag bumping into everyone, would be a much safer, and quicker way to flow through the halls. Truth.