Miles 233-236: Beach run

For the first time since last August, I got to run on the beach - as in, shoes on sand.

It's definitely a weird sensation, what with the surface shifting with each step. It's definitely hot. It's definitely windy.

But it's lovely.

For the 45 minutes I ran, I was completely in the flow. Maybe because I didn't have a watch, maybe because I didn't really know how far I was running. I ran into the wind down the beach, passing under the pier, and turning around when I reached the first condo building that came into sight. On the outgoing run it was so windy that I couldn't really hear anything; conversely, on the incoming run, I could hear everything.

The walking women chatting and gesticulating; the children squealing - in particular, on little boy who had the joyful yip of a small dog, so bedazzled was he by the incoming waves; the waves crashing into the shore; the seagulls laughing.

Miles 233-236: Active sun goddess worship.