Sunday's 8 miler down the beach path started like this:
|A perfect day for a run.|
turned into this by the halfway point,
|Where did the world go?|
and ended with the last mile in the sand. I always go in the water after my beach runs to ice down my feet and legs, but the temperature was a little to warm for that this time.
But even though I was supposed to be home to watch the Tebow show (which didn't turn out so well this week), I couldn't help but hang in the water for a little longer instead, and was treated to an amazing dolphin show. Do Sunday runs get any better than that?