I’ve run twice along the beach now. I grew up by the beach, but I wasn’t a runner then. I am a runner now, and I live no where near the beach.
It’s been beautiful.
(this is obviously not me running along the beach. This is the Neon Toddler’s first – yes, very first – trip to the beach on Sunday)
I kind of hate the beach, and I have no intention of running along the sand no matter how good it is for me. I hate sand. It’s awful. But, it’s also beautiful – the combination of the sand, the water, the sun glistening off the waves – it’s amazing. I was worried (as I mentioned in my last post, I think) that I had changed and the place had changed, and that is true but it hasn’t been a problem. I am a better person than I was when I left, in many respects not just running, so of course it’s okay.
The running has been fine, but my ankle has been giving me some troubles, so I had better watch out for that. I am feeling okay for the upcoming Royal Parks Ultra and Round Rotherham. Or am I? I’m not sure. 25km and 15km this weekend will put me in a better state of mind, I think.
Any words of advice or encouragement are very, very welcome!