I’m at the same beach that I’ve been going to for more than 20 years. This morning, I ran to the end of the island. This is a run that I’ve been doing for more than 15 years.
It was the easiest it’s ever been.
Further, as I ran, I felt like one of the athletic people … one of those in-shape types who don’t think it’s all that big a deal to run 4 miles. This was just startling and weird to me … in the context of all my memories of being a skinny kid at this beach. Never got sand kicked in my face, exactly, but I also never had the other runners give me the Nod of Respect before.
Also, I saw a skimmer, skimming. They fly just along the top of the water, holding their lower beak in the water to catch tiny fish. It was awesome. I hadn’t seen one before.
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