Chuck’s beach

16 July 2007

The Walrus and the Carpenter
Were walking close at hand:
They wept like anything to see
Such quantities of sand.
‘If this were only cleared away,’
They said, ‘it would be grand!’

‘If seven maids with seven mops
Swept it for half a year,
Do you suppose,’ the Walrus said
That they could get it clear?’
‘I doubt it,’ said the Carpenter
And shed a bitter tear.

Through the Looking Glass, Lewis Carroll

The beachThey warned us about the beach before we started. Sad that we live in a country where it is thought necessary to warn people that beaches are potentially slippery and rocky.

The start was one of the funniest I’ve ever seen. No one wanted to be at the line. We all kept moving back — away from the start line.

I didn’t want to be in front because I planned to run easily, not even a tempo run, just a nice little trot. I stood six feet behind the line, and even so there were very few people in front of me and a great crowd about 20 feet back. 🙂

I didn’t want to run hard because I was starting a 12 week marathon training program the next day (well — really that just means that Rusty’s workouts become harder), and most of the other people in my group felt the same way. So there was a little clump of us 6 feet behind the line.

They said “Go!” and off we trotted, chatting happily amongst ourselves.

It is rather pleasant not to have a goal, pleasant to run slowly and easily with friends. We had a nice early start (7:30), the sun was peeking through some low lying clouds so it was cool and not sunny. A gentle breeze in our faces.

Once again I didn’t look at the scenery. I guess I was engrossed in the conversation.

As we turned the first headland, Maggie said she wanted to run harder — she’d gotten express permission to do so because she was ill for Semena Nautica. Dianna announced that “George will run with you.”

So I did. Not quite the easy run I’d planned. Still Maggie was only going her marathon pace, and that wasn’t too bad. I admire Maggie, even when she races a 10k at her marathon pace she still wins her age-group.

So then we started passing people. It’s kind of fun taking the first quarter mile easily (really easily) and then going harder. You get to pass people twice (well, the first time they pass you) and cheer them on.

Kelp on the beachThe tide was quite low (new moon) and the beach was “messy” with patches of red algae, bits of kelp, a few morning walkers a few morning dogs, and someone had dropped rocks into the sand here and there. A bit of an obstacle course — but so a beach run should be.

No one had their mops out.

Maggie mentioned that a runner had tried to sue the Chuck’s people because she slipped on the course one year. Sigh.

Dead tree below the WilcoxSomewhere after the fallen trees from the Wilcox Aaron zoomed passed us, all alone going the other way. Then a scattering of others as we approached the turn around and then we turned ourselves.

We had just passed Desa before the turn around, but Maggie wanted to stop for water, and after that all we saw was Desa’s back. Maggie was pretty good about not being competitive and keeping her HR down to marathon pace, I was bad and kept encouraging her to catch Desa.

The little breeze was at our backs now, and totally useless for cooling us down. Near the end the sun came out from behind its clouds and it started to get hot.

And then Liz Groom started to approach from behind. That did disturb Maggie. So she ran faster from the final headland to the finish line. Not fast enough to catch Desa, but fast enough to catch one other guy (And Liz did not pass her).

I tried to take the waters after the run. Brrrrr. Even in July. Dianna jumped in and swam — I inched in, wincing with every wave, and then scuttled out before I froze.

It wasn’t my race — but I did enjoy kabitzing (or however you spell it) on Maggie’s!

Sea gull eating a crab

Gull with Crab

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