I made my way around the entire Sea Wall today. I don’t know what came over me, but instead of turning into the park where I normally would, I just kept going. It was a typical, rainy day, but a perfect day to go for it. It’s nearly nine kilometers from where I started and ended my route along the sea water. The easiest thing to remember is that I used to run four miles on average back home. A kilometer is pretty easy.
The simplicity of it all came from everything around me. The water starts out so dark, but the further out into the inlet that you get, the greener the water around you gets. True sea water. You can’t tell if you’re getting wet from the rain or the water bouncing up against the wall. Every half kilometer, there are markers to tell you how far you’ve gone. Each one that goes by just made the whole thing that much easier.
It’s just that last kilometer up a nice gentle slope where I started to regret my decision. The dreaded Pendrell. The homestretch. The street that sets my lungs on fire. It’s a good pain. I just keep telling myself that the whole way to the top.