I am my mothers daughter

A few days back i went to the beach. for a run.

Iv always wanted to go running along the beach.

We (megan and i) layed out our towels and peeled off our sweaters, we were ready and nothing was going to stop us.

ok, nothing was going to stop Megan.

What you dont think about when you see runners on the beach is how much restraint they have to stay on focused on the task at hand. You just look at them and think," how relaxing" when really, it isnt relaxing at all. in fact i would go as far as to say its the most stressful thing i have ever experienced.

A light jog on the beach. You start off and things are fine, swell even. The sand is hard and easy to run on, the waves are coming in and lets be honest, its beautiful. Your feeling really good about yourself. Your thinking, "i should start a blog." Your being really optimistic, even considering sending a brief synopsis of your life story to Nicholas Sparks website where it might be useful for inspiration in his next book. - and thats when it happens. The glimmer that catches your eye. You look down and what do you find? Sea glass. You pick this one up, "hey this isn't so bad, i can carry this." you say to yourself as you smile down at the most precious treasure on the whole beach. And you go on. A minute passes and the inevitable happens, another piece of perfect sea glass. You pick it up but it's fine because of course this happens all of the time. People go running on the beach and they find a few things. Morale is high and you even realize the two pieces of sea glass you found fit in the pocket of your spandex running shorts. But at about this time is when you start to notice that the two pieces of sea glass you tucked safely away in the pocket of you spandex running shorts turned into the 10 pieces of perfect sea glass you tucked safely away into the pocket of your now bulging spandex running shorts. Realizing how stupid you must look, and more importantly growing tired of the struggle to keep your spandex running shorts up you decide to split up the weight. Isn't that what sports bras are for? Carrying the things you find on your run? "Absolutely!" you think to yourself. Your on your way again only the supply for beach treasure just keeps growing and the demand is at an all time high. Unable to stop yourself you are now having that light jog carrying a bra, shorts and two fist fulls of sand glass. "its fine", you tell yourself. "People jog with weights all the time." But then you start loosing things, a piece here, a piece there. The stress of the situation bearing down on you leaves you with no choice but to stop and gather yourself. And then it hits you, "take your shirt of and turn it into a satchel!" and because you are brilliant, and because you are desperate, you do. Again you are running and how free you feel! all that weight gone. Life is good. but then you see it. The rocks stretching out into the ocean so inviting, practically pulling you into them. You reason with your self, "loosen up, who goes for a run and doesn't explore a little". You take yourself out to the farthest rock and the earth is layed out in front of you, a crab comes out of its hole. And just like that you realize you need to find your zen. You tell yourself, "How long can finding your zen really take , this is important anyway" and thats when you notice your running buddy run by, scowling. This is about the same time when you notice its been a half an hour and your running buddy ran the whole beach and no longer wants you for a running buddy and by the way she exclaimed she didn't know your zen was lost, you can tell she so obviously doesn't believe in things like chakras.

but, its fine- you tell yourself, because ...

 "i found my zen".

 And that you did.