So I woke up really tired and sore at 5:30am today. I ran 3.6 miles on Sunday, and 2 miles on Monday. I didn't run at all yesterday and this morning I didn't have enough time because the hubster had to leave very early for work. So I slipped into some flipflops, put the leash on Mister B and headed for the beach.
As I walked along the beautiful Lake Erie shore, I asked myself why I don't walk the beach more often. When I go to the ocean, I wake up every morning before anyone and walk on the beach. I know that the lake is a lot different than the ocean but there's still something very peaceful and mind opening about walking along an empty beach. Every time I do it, it is a different experience.
Today I noticed that about every 10 feet, there was a pile of driftwood. I wondered if the property owners made these piles or if the city did that. I also wonder what is to become of the driftwood piles. I would like to think a summer full of bonfires. I'm still not sure if I can legally have a bonfire on the beach. I should call the city today and find out.
I wondered what I would see out in the water today. Ever since my spotting of the swimming deer, I always stop to look. No swimming deer today but as I got farther down the beach, I did see these two deer that actually live under a big pine tree in my yard. The deer totally dig the beach. They really do. I held the yorkinese back back when I spotted the deer. I didn't want them to see me. They were standing on the shore about 25 feet away from me. I swear it looked as if one deer was giving the other instructions because one of the deer seemed like a little kid, too impatient to wait for instructions. He wanted to go swimming. Unfortunately, they both looked up before jumping in the water and cautiously headed back towards the safety of the woods.
I walked farther down the shore than I ever have since living here. There is a man in our neighborhood who carves things out of trees. In his front yard there used to be a lion and a giraffe and something else. I can't remember what because they aren't all there anymore. Anyway, I happened to walk behind his house today and saw more of his art. There was a carving of a naked woman at the top of the hill. He also had a gazebo with another carved woman sticking out from it towards the lake as if she was swimming. Going up the stairs from the beach to his house was several more carved faces.
I wasn't sure what time it was and so I decided to turn back at that point. On the way back, Mr B was lagging behind. He was rolling his body around and I knew instantly, it had to be somethign dead. Sure enough, it was a dead fish. WHY do dogs do that? He loves to roll his body around on dead animals. I should look that up. I'm sure it has something to do with instinct but I'm curious as to the instinctual reasoning behind the act.
The beach walk was good for me. I have had a lot of things going on lately and the walk was refreshing and stimulating for my brain. Just yesterday I was looking for an escape from some of the things I have been facing but this morning I think I left some of it there. I really have to do this more often. Oh, but next time, I'm bringing my camera.
As I walked along the beautiful Lake Erie shore, I asked myself why I don't walk the beach more often. When I go to the ocean, I wake up every morning before anyone and walk on the beach. I know that the lake is a lot different than the ocean but there's still something very peaceful and mind opening about walking along an empty beach. Every time I do it, it is a different experience.
Today I noticed that about every 10 feet, there was a pile of driftwood. I wondered if the property owners made these piles or if the city did that. I also wonder what is to become of the driftwood piles. I would like to think a summer full of bonfires. I'm still not sure if I can legally have a bonfire on the beach. I should call the city today and find out.
I wondered what I would see out in the water today. Ever since my spotting of the swimming deer, I always stop to look. No swimming deer today but as I got farther down the beach, I did see these two deer that actually live under a big pine tree in my yard. The deer totally dig the beach. They really do. I held the yorkinese back back when I spotted the deer. I didn't want them to see me. They were standing on the shore about 25 feet away from me. I swear it looked as if one deer was giving the other instructions because one of the deer seemed like a little kid, too impatient to wait for instructions. He wanted to go swimming. Unfortunately, they both looked up before jumping in the water and cautiously headed back towards the safety of the woods.
I walked farther down the shore than I ever have since living here. There is a man in our neighborhood who carves things out of trees. In his front yard there used to be a lion and a giraffe and something else. I can't remember what because they aren't all there anymore. Anyway, I happened to walk behind his house today and saw more of his art. There was a carving of a naked woman at the top of the hill. He also had a gazebo with another carved woman sticking out from it towards the lake as if she was swimming. Going up the stairs from the beach to his house was several more carved faces.
I wasn't sure what time it was and so I decided to turn back at that point. On the way back, Mr B was lagging behind. He was rolling his body around and I knew instantly, it had to be somethign dead. Sure enough, it was a dead fish. WHY do dogs do that? He loves to roll his body around on dead animals. I should look that up. I'm sure it has something to do with instinct but I'm curious as to the instinctual reasoning behind the act.
The beach walk was good for me. I have had a lot of things going on lately and the walk was refreshing and stimulating for my brain. Just yesterday I was looking for an escape from some of the things I have been facing but this morning I think I left some of it there. I really have to do this more often. Oh, but next time, I'm bringing my camera.


