I have a ton to talk about from the weekend but to avoid an epic-long post (yes, even longer than usual), I am breaking it up so you guys don't have to suffer as much.
Friday, Jason met me for a run. Yes, you heard me right. He's been feeling much better and recovering well. This is the 2nd run he's joined me on. It was low tide, and I work 1/4 of a mile from the Glider Port (hangliders), which has a really neat trail down the cliff (we call it the "Goat Trail" b/c you basically have to be a mountain goat to get down and up) and onto Black's Beach.
Black's is known for being a nudist beach in San Diego. It's secluded and obscured from view by many eroding cliffs. It's difficult to access so it's very private, making it perfect for, well, nudity. It's not as exciting as you think. Mostly, a bunch of out-of-shape men going through a mid-life crisis hang out there sans clothing. I'm always amazed at how much they do w/o clothes--volleyball, running, hiking, surfing, etc. However, I love running there because it's a great beach, and it's always pretty deserted (the nudists help with that too--I think).
I was pretty excited about our run. A nice Friday evening sunset beach run with Jason. What could be better? As I changed in the bathroom, I noticed my shoes felt really weird. Like I was putting them on the wrong feet. But even when I switched, they still felt like that. I took a closer look. Turns out, I had pulled 2 left shoes from my closet. That certainly wasn't going to work. What do do, what to do. Relentlessly, I refused to give up. It's a beach run, right? I decided to go Black's Beach style. Well, feet-wise at least. I went with naked feet--barefoot that is.
Traversing the goat trail was difficult but once I reached the sand, it felt great. I ran where the water skimmed the sand. It was firm yet soft. When a wave lazily lolled around my feet, I practiced high knees, splashing through the water. It was fabulous fun. Plus, I felt so free and light. I feel like I run so fast without shoes! Since I've been running barefoot more and more on the beach for short runs, it's been hurting my calves less and less. I can't wait to do it again!
Afterwards, we slowly climbed the goat trail, pausing at the top to watch the sun sink into the sea. A beautiful finish.