I recently went to the beach for some r and r only to realize that you don’t always get what you want. In this case it was a good thing. I wound up battling the surf and sun. Fighting as it was to get into the water to ride the waves. It was a great workout in a surprising way. It brought me back to the days of my young childhood that was spent at the beach. Such fond memories flooded into my brain. Play is all we seem to want to do when we are little but as we age we need to remember to keep things in balance and show humility and modesty to the best of our abilities. Of course always having fun and looking on the bright side of things is always in order. Play however, can be rather exhausting.
Tiring myself out till I passed out under the umbrella was great. Instead of an internal , mental battle that is usually accompanied with running, this is external, just you verse the sun and the waves. Waves always seem to win, never giving up, never tiring and I thought running was tiring.
I also did a beach run for the first time and found it to be very easy compared to the epic battle with the waves. Very relaxing and rejuvenating. It may have been the sound of the waves, or the softness of the sand or maybe the heat of the sun. But in my opinion the beach is a cure all of all types of illness, from mental to physical. The sun, sound of the waves and the taste of salt on the palate reminds me of a sense of freedom and completeness. It’s a place where two worlds collide into each other causing an orderly, consistent disorder. But once you get past the disorder, past the waves, the open water stretches for what seems forever. A real endless pool for you to swim and lose yourself.
-Barton-
