What The...

Repeat performance

Wow....I'm back here on the second consecutive day. That's good.

Well, I did go to the beach yesterday, and I'm glad. It is one of those things that I mean to do often, and let slip. I'm going back today.

Ah, but the cleaning, the cleaning did not come into existence yesterday. I just don't like it. I talked to my mom for a little while, read for about an hour, got some things done online (including the beginning of Christmas shopping), took ol' Wendy for a well deserved extended walk in the afternoon, and relaxed by end of day. I like getting to bed early when possible to wake up at what many would call an obscene hour. This is my favorite time.

I dogwalked at 5, and started my run while it was still dark. I decided to take a new route from my usual around the park. I had planned on running it earlier, during one of my other beginnings, but today was the day. I turned down Alton Road to 5th, crossing to the wide path along the marina, behind a row of condos. I followed it along the water past new construction , and continued along the edge of South Pointe Park. At its tip, I ran in place to watch a cruise ship gliding slowly into port, as big as a hi-rise floating on its side, with thousands of lights reflected on the dark water. I was amazed how quietly it slid by.

I ran north along the beach now, and could see the night sky now separated by a lighter blue band which darkened to a crimson glow just above the horizon to the east. There were people on the beach- I ran past a hooded man digging through trash cans, and a young couple, still dressed for their night out but carrying their shoes as they headed back toward the hotels. "Run, Forrest, run...", said the girl as I passed.

My lungs were telling me it was time to stop, but I continued until 8th street, where I had come almost full circle back to where I live. I couldnt see my watch, so I ran out to Ocean Drive where the streetlights and neon would help. I had topped yesterday by a few minutes. Instead of going home, I turned back to the water.

The sky had given way to more oranges and yellows. I could see more people along the beach, and I crossed the path of some fellow runners on my way to the ocean. Sitting in the new light of day, with hardly a sound but the rush of the ocean, I watched, and waited until the tip of the sun peeked above the water's edge about a half an hour later. As I stood up on sore legs, I promised myself to do this again. A lot.

posted by Jimmy @ 7:21 AM