OUTRUNNING THE FLU

I should know not to be so smart....   Smuggly telling someone that "I never catch the flu" then ZAPP!
Now had the flu for about 3 weeks and struggling to train effectively. (A real danger that the new racing bike could go rusty)   Just decided today to try and 'outrun' the flu...... Started out with the intent of a light jog to the beach and back which is a distance of about 5 klms.     Arriving at the beach I could see that it was beautiful.... An overcast day but cool with the tide at it's lowest....... The ocean (The Mighty Indian Ocean of Geographe Bay) was calm and serene and a pod of dolphins playing in the shallows.  Every breath of air was calling me to take that run along the beach... Not a single human being in sight in any direction.
What a great blessing a day like today.  The lapping water, the dolphins, 4 kangaroos on the sand dunes watching as a jogged past.  What price do we put on being healthy?  Finally back home... total distance run 14 klms in 95 minutes with 1530 cals burned......  Now trusting that the flu has been left behind.
I have a goal to run a Marathon (42.2 Klms) on my next birthday. It will OFFICIALLY be my 15th (FIFTEENTH) Birthday because I was born on the Leap Year (29th February) but for convention>>> I will be 60.    Todays run puts me back in the running.

Running with Lara

A beautiful day for a run with Lara along the beach after the storms. Loving the feeling of being lighter, faster and stronger.... and along the beach all the debris washed up on the beach by the storms. We rest before the run back and find ourselves 'beach-combing' the flotsam and jetsam .... I stoop and pick up a glass bottle covered in barnacles. The actions of the seas and sands have frosted the glass so that it is no longer clear, the cap is rusted but still intact. In its journey the bottle has no doubt found itself washed up on many distant and near beaches... only to be washed out again on a new tide.  I thought how this encrusted and worn bottle is like each of us who find ourselves 'washed-up' on some beach after the storms of life and how 'new tides' of life take us again to new places, new adventures, new friends........ I tuck the bottle into by backpack to find its new home where it will remind me of my continuing journey........