I like the beach.
This photo was taken the evening before I finished my first marathon. I was afraid of not finishing (again), worried my feet and my moxie would give out before I got to the finish line. After it was all over and my medal was on its way Over There to Jim, I saw this picture and cried happy tears. …it wasn’t the finish line I was after; it was an honest and contented effort with no regrets.
I think I’ll go back to the beach. I think I’ll run again.