Running on the beach is super harder than it looks. I thought the soft sand would feel good on my sore, plantar facisitis, ridden feet. Nope, didn't feel so hot. Not to mention that my knees hurt and my bursitis (yes, I have bursitis in my left hamstring and have since I was 25. Nothing a little cortisone injection won't cure...I should know I've already had 1 of the 3 you are allowed in a lifetime.) decided to have a flare up. I hit the 30 min turnaround wanting to have a taxi ride home. I was literally out in the middle of now where. I was at the part of the beach that there were no condos, no businesses, no people. I contemplated walking back but if it took me 30 min to run there it would probably take me 45 min plus to walk back so I forged ahead.
I got back to our condo almost exactly an hour after leaving and this is what I had to say about the run:
- I hurt all over before I got back so you know tomorrow I'll feel awesome
- I got sunburned...how do you burn at 6:00 pm?
- I soaked my good running shoes because my slow, fat, ass couldn't move fast enough to get out of the way of the surf
- 2 bikers asked me if I knew of a hotel that rented by the night around here so either A). They thought I lived on the Flora-bama state line and would know such info (ok...insulting) or B). They thought I was involved in activities that happen at 'rent by the night' type places (uh...totally insulting). I politely informed them I was here on vacation and didn't have such info.
So at 35....ok, almost 36, I may not be too old to tango but I'm definitely too old to run on the beach.
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