My Favorite Running Memory Ever...

My favorite time running, surprisingly is not a PR or specific race, or running my first marathon. Running on the beach is my favorite memory. I can run so super fast in the sand, barefoot, I can just fly; go zero to one-hundred. This girl just adores being right on the edge of a waves endpoint and the beginning point of dry sand, and leaping over jellyfish in a dead sprint. Dead sprint, looking into the horizon with the ocean on one side and egret flocks on the other, maybe a heron standing in the ocean side, pelicans flying adjacent to me, tiny sea shells touching my heels. Running on the beach did more than keep Florida with gramma lively, it’s my happy place that I can go back to any time in ten seconds through mindful meditation. Beach running, and those cheap kitty cat sunglasses were my favorite. I do not need wifi, or new sneakers, old ones are the best because they make you want to throw them away to run barefoot instead. Solving five hundred piece puzzles without looking at the picture, and running barefoot was my thing whilst with grandmama.

Are you surprised my favorite running memory isn’t any huge PR or marathon, even though it could be? Let me know your favorite running memory. Florida running always got me into the best shape, but I never ran the race down there after.