Beach Bunnies

Saturday I went with Bella (the hun) and met my sister for coffee. Sister phoned Hannah's mom to walk over to the coffee shop to join our klatch. Hannah's mom brought Hannah and the younger of the wicked step sisters. When the girls came within sight of the coffee shop, Hannah started calling out Bella's name. Hannah hadn't seen Bella in a month so Hannah seemed excited to rekindle their 5 year old girl/dog friendship. From across the parking lot to where my sister and I were seated outside of the coffee shop,in the cold, buried under hats with hoods up, scarves, gloves, and contemplating getting the car cover out of the trunk to throw over our legs, the scene looked was reminiscent of two young lovers running towards each other on the beach only with one of the lovers on a leash with a dog toy.


After our coffee ritual, we drove to Rio Del Mar to walk - down and past the cement boat, chasing sandpipers and seagulls most of the way to New Brighton. The sun was shining, all was right with the world.  Bella and I went back to repeat the beach walk again on Sunday, and again this morning at 6:30 a.m. just as the sun was coming up.


I'm going to do this more often. The freedom of movement inside this much smaller body of mine is remarkable. Almost no knee pain. No hip pain. The only pain if you can call what I feel pain is from actual movement, like eventually my legs go "ouch." A few times I would jog on the sand. My once upon a time (though no longer) plumpity plump sister running up behind me shouting "Are we running!?"


And yes, we were.
It feels great to be able to run, a simple thing that is not so simple when you are fat.