Hello, occasional readers.
I went out on the old route today, in the old shoes, in an old cotton T-shirt and a baseball cap that smells funny. Not in a ha ha way.
I ran three miles. No pain. I got nailed by a wave. They’re sneaky bastards. Dodged a gull. Waved at a runner. Played chicken with a skateboarder. Said hello to The Naked Lady. Managed the last downhill without crashing. Managed the last uphill without dying. A good run. An honest run.
It was fun and effortless and everything running should be. It was a run that said stop worrying. Everything’s going to be OK. It was a run to remember being a kid on a glorious afternoon when it’s warm but not too warm and windy but you can stay upright. A day made for flying kites and having picnics and drifting along a sidewalk without a care.
It was just another run.
And that’s enough.
i like margarine 
I wish my city had a naked lady. They insisted on a skate park.
Which smells worse baseball cap or piranhas?
i have yet to come up with an effective way to wear piranhas on my head.
Your coastal Texas city has uphills and downhills? No fair!
Gonna do my first race of the year on a hilly course in another coastal city – San Diego. Hope I can avoid the waves…
we have a perfectly good san diego just 30 miles from here. harumph.
Was it a Bare Naked Lady and did you buy her a fur coat?
‘Tis harder to dodge a gull than a buoy.
Couldn’t tell if it was a buoy or a gull.