There haven't been many firsts recently...maybe you've noticed.
This morning started off being, really, no different. Mik, Betty, Kat, Elsie and I got together (yes! all of us...at the same place, at the same time!) to run at Mission Beach, a place that we've run, oh I don't know, a gazillion times. I'd done some speedwork on the treadmill and some squats and lunges on Friday (3.5 miles/10:09 pace thank you very much), so my legs were a little spent. Even worse, the last couple of times I've run, my plantar fasciia tendon has bend bugging me again, so I thought for this morning's run, I'd take it easy and I really wanted to avoid running on concrete, the hardest of hard surfaces.
The problem is that the boardwalk on both the beach and bay side of Mission Bay is concrete, so this morning, I decided to run on the sand for a couple of miles instead.
Oooohhhhh something NEW!
The tide was going out, but for some reason there wasn't much hard sand to run on, so I spent most of the time hurdling kelp and trying to stay somewhere near the surf, no so near that my shoes got wet, but not so far away as to be running in the dryer, really soft mushy sand.
Running in wet soft sand must be a really, really good workout because my legs are just trashed tonight. Moving from a sitting to a standing (or vice versa) position is excrutiatingI'm not sure it helped the PF tendon at all and I may not be able to stand or sit tomorrow.
All for the sake of newness, which I'm thinking now is highly overrated.
|Had I not been running on the sand...I would have missed this. Proof that red beer cups are quite versatile|
|Of course, some things never change. Post run mimosas and pancakes at Elsie's|
|Walter and Turbo out on a rock, trying to stay dry.|
|Gosh my little boy is getting big. Those are surfers in the background|
|Turbo, climbing up one of the cliffs|
|That's my boy!|
|My other boy|