The only thing worse than bragging on a forum about being at a beautiful beach, is actually being at said beautiful beach and being advised not to swim in it. Jellyfish: my new nemesis.
The ocean mocks me as I sit and stare at it with longing. What fresh hell is this? I mock the dead jellyfish as I pass them washed up on the sand.
So ... the run. I was going to run the shady path along the hotel drive, but I got lost and ended up at the beach. Shall I up the training and run on the sand? Sure, why the hell not? 🙄 Began the first run. It was very, very hot and I had somehow ended up in the sun. Again. Oh well. Keep running.
I didn't want to do this run today and had to force myself out. I appreciated the stop start though, because yesterday was a long-ish travel day, with bad travel food, and a bad night's sleep. I was feeling pretty cranky. The run was lovely though, and smoothed away my sharp edges. There was so much to take in; the walk sections provided an opportunity to see squirrels, lizards, shells, rockpools and coral. Ok, I may have taken some perverse pleasure in squashing some jellyfish in the sand. Maybe.
I ended up around a rocky cove and onto another beautiful, empty beach. A pack of wild dogs were always ahead of me, stopping to stare, then trotting on as if to encourage me further. They helped with the 8 minute run, urging me on. Perhaps they were mystical animal totems sent to guide my way. Or perhaps they were just hungry and were foraging for food. 🐕🐕 🍗🥓
Overall a good running sesh, but it wasn't an easy one. It will be interesting to see how week six pans out in my jellyfish-infested paradise. Had a much needed cool down session in the pool with the spa jets massaging my legs and shoulder. A big brekkie, a long walk on the beach, and now I'm back to gazing with longing at the empty sea.