|Naomi cheering me on. Before I have started.|
I have the greatest fans.
|One road divurged|
|On your mark, get set, go!|
|Move it! Coming through!|
Mostly by taking off my shoes and opening my eyes, both of which actions are known to work miracles.
|Leaving the tourists behind|
Instead of feeling irritated when I had to run where the sand was extra soft and challenging, I realized that was what I was there for. Not to run my fastest or my hardest, but to feel the sand. To dodge the dead wood, to run through the water and under the trees, finding the hidden paths.
|Why does this phone not do a better job|
conveying the magical, mysterious pleasure of
these little paths?
There is a great fun in dodging and hurtling, if your eyes are open.
And even more fun to sprint when the path is clear before you.
We live two miles from the end of this island, named for the estuary that separates it from the the mainland. To be able to run two miles and reach the end of something, that is exhilarating, and I am have been tempted to swim across when I get to the end, just to say I did so. But I don't because of waiting babies, which isn't a bad thing. It is a good feeling to know that someone is missing you, and looking for your return. An adventure.
|These guys are always too deep in pruning and|
contemplating the mysteries of the universe to pay me a bit of attention.
I don't mind.
|I have my own mysteries to ponder.|
Mysteries like why did someone strew these groups of trees with
seashells and sand dollars?
|Maybe just because it's beautiful.|
Of course my camera died before I reached the end of this particular run, I only brought it to take pictures for you. That is the me I know. Well intentioned, and always a little unprepared. As Momo would say, "That's okay."
|The buildings in the distance are on the mainland, over|
the bridge into the city to the south