Bee's knees are stronger than mine.

Today, Shea and I walked down to the beach and watched the sunrise. It was literally magnificent; so clear and bright over the ocean. Reminded me of thrilling Imperial induced nights in Costa Rica. Happy times.

Then, with Shea dog by my side, I tried to run. Made it about a half mile before the knee started aching. So, frustrated, I stopped, walked, and eventually tried again. But, the knee won't let up. I even used my barefoot shoes, hoping it would tweak my form just enough. No dice. But, at least I spent my morning gazing at something truly beautiful.

Sometimes I just have such an incredibly strong urge to pack a bag of just necessities and disappear to someplace warmer, slower, and kinder. I'm filled with a sense of awe and astonishment, and sadness at all the days that go by and I don't even notice them, wishing instead to make it to a weekend or a vacation. I take things way too seriously. It's my biggest flaw. Sigh.

I just hope I can run again soon. I'm signed up for a slew of races and I rather dislike the concept of earning a DNF (did not finish). But for now, I'm curling up with my second espresso and the novel uncle joe gave me for Christmas. And you know what? It's nice.