Our morning commute begins with an initial descent to the sands. Today we were given a great show of a small boy and girl surfing the smaller waves over and over that kept us smiling as we walked by.

Farther from the shelter of the southern cove, the waves grew in size and big kids were happily getting down on their boards. Just passed the popular surfing break we jumped in ourselves.

It took me right back to Jones Beach and rolling with the pounding surf. The spray was a new twist: the powerful wind which was so good at keeping the waves from collapsing also proved to make a splendid shower.

Close by where we are staying.

We’ve probably walked about 30 miles on the beach so far and estimate we’ll reach 60 by the time we leave. Generally we take 40 minutes total, about 30 of it on sand. At first my feet were sore and tired from it all, getting me to spend boucoup time massaging my lower legs. Between the walking, biking and odds and ends I’m pretty sure I’m spending more time off my behind than since the mid 90s.

In a similar vein, Mme Awesome’s pelvic floor class preparation has been spectacular in raising my awareness and level of attention to how I’m moving and holding myself. I’m grateful for the commitment to each other and to ourselves to never give up on expanding what is possible.

I do not believe in a fate that falls on men however they act; but I do believe in a fate that falls on them unless they act. – Buddha