Sifting through the random pieces of mail while I indulge in my hearty salad and a glass of red wine I feel like putting off the movie and taking a jog. I rarely get out of the house lately when I’m here and the beach is calling my name.

Going through my closet I find a pair of running shorts, shoes, and throw on a tank over my sports bra and head right out to my ‘backyard’ where the edge of the beach soon will connect me to that salty breeze and cool mist floating around me as I take off in a light sprint.

I’ve always envied the people who run while listening to music and just let themselves get lost in a fun workout.

I on the other hand am a thinker

This is like the time I get to free my mind of all things and just be one with nature.

No music, no talking, just me hitting the ground running

Literally

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Why is it that they always say to push through the pain

I’m Spencer F’ing Carlin and I say fuck that

This hurts like hell

Now I remember another reason why I’m not a freaking runner

30 minutes later I’m out of breath and slowing down to take a moment to stretch some more before I make the trail back up the beach

The lack of people on the beach today makes me less self conscious about how awkward I look right now

No matter how fit I look I will never have that runners look and I feel like all eyes are on me the moment I step foot outside in the runners attire

Breathe In

Breathe out

And repeat

Alright body

It’s time to make this trek back up the mountain

You can do this

Yes I’m talking to myself

It’s just a little pep talk

Leave me be

Starting again I just decide to take my time in a light jog and finish in a sprint the last five minutes of my run. This time around I actually take in all things around me. At this time there’s only a few couples holding hands that I smile at as I pass them by. I can see a family up ahead building what looks like a sandcastle and a few kids running in and out of the water chasing their dog.