A view right outside my hotel
I woke up extremely early Monday, at what I believe was 5:00 a.m. local time. This is right around when I usually start getting woken up by Audrey and Ellie as she prepares to leave for work, as it was 8:00 a.m. EST. By 5:30 I was awake enough to chat with Ellie as she drove to work. I decided I probably should try to get more sleep, but by 7:00 a.m. I knew it wasn't happening. I unpacked a little bit, grabbed my Vibrams, and headed out.
I really wanted to get to the ocean. I think it might be something hardwired into me from when I was little. One of the first things we always did when we got to Cape Cod was to head to the ocean. I assume it was to just check and make sure it was still there. Thus, by natural instinct, I started my morning run to what I thought was just a couple of miles away.
By the time I got out of my hotel's little bay area, I realized how much of an endeavor I really was about to start. At around two miles, I had just gotten to Sea World, and I stopped to ask a security guard how far the ocean was. He kind of looked at me, then slightly grinned and said "Oh, just about three more miles straight up the road." Seriously? . . . By my math, this little run to the ocean was now going to be a ten-mile run, and that's if the guy estimated right.
Let me tell you, he was pretty spot on. After running parallel to the Sea World parking lots for a good forty-five minutes—and no, that is not an exaggeration—I stopped to ask myself if I really had it in me to go all the way there. The problem, you see, was I knew I could get there . . . but getting back was going to be the problem. Normally when I run, I try to make a loop, not a beeline straight away.