When I was on holiday recently, I decided to have a go at running.... on the sand.
I hated it. It was hard and slippy and I couldn't understand why people love it so much.
That was before I had another go on Sunday with Matt.
We went for a weekend away at Filey, East Coast and we stayed in a beautiful house on the cliffs overlooking the beach and sea.
The best holiday village ever |
My mum has a caravan a couple of miles down the road so we decided to run to see her. (Did I mention we left the car there the night before during 10th wedding anniversary celebrations involving alcohol).
And do you know, I couldn't have enjoyed it more. The sand was wet, I think that was the key to it. It was more solid but gentle on our joints. It was easy to run on, much better than concrete and the view was spectacular. The sea air really made me feel healthy and I thoroughly enjoyed every minute of it. Even the part where we thought we might get stuck (the tide wasn't very far out).
Not the most flattering photo but evidence that I did it |
Just don't do it on loose sand in 30 degree heat, that is miserable! Lesson learned. British beaches are the place to run.
Beautiful |
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