It wants to eat your sole--- you know, of your shoe.
So yesterday I took a run with my new balcony sharer Lucas, who unbeknownst to me is somewhat of a running prodigy.
We ran down into Isla Vista (small college town full of kegs and bottle caps), which was quite somber due to the heavy partying it's citizens enjoyed the night prior, and we finally reached the neat running trails.
Running in the rich ocean-infused air definitely had an energizing benefit until we reached one place- the ocean.
Or the beach, rather, where we ran even further through the lightest sand on Earth. 500 feet into it, I could feel my shoes filling with the tiny pebbles, my legs becoming weaker and my running mate going strong.
Not wanting to give up, I kept running until we reached a break point in the beach and he allowed us to walk.
Thank heavens.
A few minutes later, though, we continued our run UP the three giant flights of stairs, UP the trails, UP the paved paths by the lagoon and then UP more stairs.
By the end of this, I was tired enough to nap on the sidewalk, but alas, my running buddy had more energy to take me on a running tour through the Isla Vista shops and then a brisk walk back to the apartments.
In total, we did a good six miles, running about 2.5 of them. Now, this may not seem like too much of an accomplishment, but keep in mind a good part of this was on the beach whilst I was being hit with ocean spray and hearing the kelp pop below me.
It was nice, though.
I was actually sore this morning, which probably didn't help me when Alicia and I took a five mile (mostly lacking a destination) walk through Isla Vista and onto campus.
Tomorrow, classes start.
And hopefully I can work my feet.
Gotta Run,
Brooke
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