I surprised J and K by being awake at 9AM [my sloth is legendary notwithstanding having a 7 year-old alarm clock who loves to jump on me at all hours of the early morning and then my beloved gets up with him.  Do I have a charmed life or what?]

Unfortunately it is overcast, so at the crack of 10:10AM we all venture to the beach to beat the rain.  J and I start to run along the beach and she runs fast [remember she is 21 years YOUNGER than I] and I am keeping up.  [I am not letting a whippersnapper whipped me at running.]  I am stiff from exercising the last few days [but, of course, I don’t stretch because even though I have a body of a 45 year-old, I have the attitude of a 2 year-old].  At some point, K wanted to stop!! I wasn’t even gasping yet!! We walked and talked.  We ran back (sort of) and just in time, because it was starting to rain.  My partner and son had gotten in some time in the ocean.   AND I had kicked a 21 year-old’s butt in running.

A good morning notwithstanding the rain.

My sister emailed to make sure we weren’t in the ocean.  I didn’t want to tell her that I kept swimming out even though the life guards were calling everyone in, because I wanted to body surf the big waves.  The lifeguard had to save me.  Sister, if you are reading, you deserved to read this and have a moment of fear.  OF COURSE, we didn’t swim in rough water.