With one week until the big run, the girls and I hit Solana Beach for a 9 mile run to Torrey Pines and back. What I expected was nine miles of sweat, crying, and swelling of the knees. What I got was an hour and a half of chasing birds, splashing puddles, collecting shells, and - most importantly - QT with my cuties.
I'm not gonna lie: 39 Degrees stings. Literally. When we started our run at 7:15, the wind was doing a great job penetrating right through the clothing, shoes included. By the time we hit the sand, the ocean water didn't take its time getting in my shoe. But I dare not complain because in turn, I got to hangout with some of the coolest chick I know. Just good people.
I may not necessarily enjoy running, but I do appreciate the time I get to spend with my girlfriends staying active and strengthening our friendship. What a blessing to have a group of friends that have solid families, great kids, and a genuine love for me, my Hubby, and the boys. God's really taking care of me.
The snail shaped shell, I picked up when we hit the 4 mile mark and I thought I might die.
The beige and brown "perfect" shell I picked up when we made it to Torrey Pines.
The really big white one I picked up right after I ran to to scare a group of birds...just to watch them fly away because it is so pretty.
And the sand dollar I picked up because... well, it's a sand dollar. That's cool.
I think I'll make each of the girls a cheesy piece of shell jewelry with the treasures I picked up this morning.
Or maybe I'll keep going to the beach and collecting them. When I have a lot, I'll glue them to the mailbox.
Or maybe I'll pull out all my old hula stuff and stick them to a headpiece or tassel belt.
Or maybe I'll keep them for a few days, then toss them.
First, I better go ice my knee though. I guess swollen joints is part of the nine mile package.
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