The day was heating up quickly as my family and I gathered up our things for a day trip to the beach. Tom tuned in to the Prairie Home Companion so that we could be entertained along the way. Much to my surprise, the broadcast was occurring from Duluth (probably taped). I thought of the months leading up to the Grandma’s Marathon. I was eager to read or hear about Minnesota. That was when I first discovered Dori’s Blog. I was thrilled when she would write about her training runs. She is very descriptive and also included pictures that she would take along the way. In listening to the show (which was so funny), I thought of Dori, remembering that she has a old Podcast of hers on her webpage on the Prairie Home Companion. When I discovered it I had tried to listen to it but couldn’t hear it from my computer. Tonight, I downloaded to my iTunes so that I could hear what she had to say (I haven’t listened yet).
After we got things settled on the beach, I abandoned my family for a run. The ride over this hill today got to me a bit more than usual (motion sickness). I hadn’t gotten to the point of throwing up, but I sure had a nasty headache. The run would do me good.
My run took me along the coast for a little over 3 miles. The view was breath taking. There were people out everywhere. Too many people for my liking, to be honest. I had to dodge the walkers and cyclists as many were enjoying the view so much that they had no idea that they were in everyone’s way. I guess I can’t blame them. The ocean was a lovely shade of blue-green with the surfers out in force. The sky was blue and the gulls and pelican-like birds were flying high in the sky. It was fun to watch them dive down to catch a fish. I even saw 1 seal and 2 dolfins.
The air blowing across the ocean was cool but the sun was doing its part to heat things up. I felt like turning around a couple of times, but had in my mind that a 6 mile run was in order. “No less than 6 miles…must cover 6 miles…” I tried to sip the water that I was carrying but it just didn’t settle in my stomach that well. I was carrying 40 ounces but drank less than 20 by the time the run was finished.
Relief set in when I finally reach the point where my GPS reading was enough to allow for me to turn back. I stopped to stretch and enjoy the view. Then I made my way back to my family – and in a much better condition to share in some quality family time. The run was mostly downhill which was *so* nice and also explained the struggles I had on the way out. In no time, I was back to the beach for some food, bird chasing, water play, and writing messages in the sand. My headache was all gone.