Friday, May 30

beached.

Given the option of an air conditioned treadmill or a 80 degree and soupy-thick-humidity beach, I chose the latter. I didn’t expect, though, either how much harder the sand running is nor how much the humidity really knocks the speed right out of you. I ran 3 miles at an average pace of 12:00 or so and an average heart rate of 169. yowsa. At that heart rate, it should have been in the 9:20 neighborhood. the waves lapped up and tried to catch me, as i tried to stay in the unsloped and slightly packed just-wet area.

In a cultural moment, on the beach there was a dead rooster in a plastic bag with its scrawny legs sticking out. A few blocks later I saw a sign in front of a building that explained it: cockfights.

then, i worked a 14 hour day.

4 replies:

Judi said...

Ohhhhh Julie - cockfighting is bad. Oh that sucks. On the subject of beach running yea it kicks your butt, is way harder, and burns a bunch more calories. I have only ran on the beach once when I first started running like 8 years ago. I don't think I made it 2 miles.

Hemme said...

running on the beach in puerto rico...im jealous.

T.C. O'Rourke said...

So. I took your blogvice and visited Running Away.

I now own some fancy ass sneakers that make me feel like I'm walking on the moon.

I wouldn't want to dirty them up on the beach.

I know nothing. Should I start off on my right foot or my left?

julie said...

T.C.: rule number one (the only rule) is one foot in front of the other. You can't run too slow! As long as you're moving forward, you're making progress.

 
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