There's something to be said for living near the ocean.
This month started with me trying to be good about walking for 30 minutes everyday. That lasted about a week and a half...and that included only walking about every other day...but I was still feeling good and proud for doing something! Then a couple weeks went by and I was caught up in one thing or another and didn't do any "something". Oy. Well...today I went for a walk...but went a different way because I figured part of why I stopped walking shortly after I started was because to go for 30 minutes I had to walk around the block twice. That's dang boring! So today I started off in a new direction...heading west. I wanted to know how far the beach was from my house. I was nearing the mile mark (I wear a pedometer) and beginning to feel pretty tired and like I should turn back b/c I hadn't seen the ocean yet and it was hot out and I didn't really know how much further it was....when suddenly I rounded a curve and a huge bush and was wrapped in the beautiful blue and open horizon that reminds you there's a big world out there. I had to walk another third or half mile to get closer to it, only to find I couldn't get to the beach from straight through where I was intending to go b/c of road work. Ugh. But I got to see the ocean which was really nice. So there it is...according to my little pedometer friend, we live about 1 1/3 miles from the ocean. So when are you coming to visit? =)
