Today makes three weeks since my surgery. Three weeks without much activity. Three weeks of being pretty bored if I'm honest.
Last weekend was hot. Very hot. On Saturday I was booked solid with activities I probably shouldn't have been participating in. On Sunday I was overwhelmed with chores. I'm supposed to be resting, but I'm so over resting. It was 95F/35C in our backyard Sunday afternoon. I'm not allowed to swim yet. I'm not even allowed to go for walks yet.
I couldn't stand it.
At 4:00 in the afternoon I drove down to the beach. I thought it couldn't hurt just to look at the ocean, right? I was having withdrawals. I never go three weeks without the ocean.
I needed this:
I ended up taking a long, but very leisurely, walk down the beach. If my doc asks, let's just pretend I did nothing except sit on the beach. He would not approve. It made me deliriously happy to get a little beach time.
The beach was crowded because it was so hot. I walked in the opposite direction from the crowds. I also walked a very long way.
I'm still alive, and I feel much better for it, so I really think it was okay. Doctors are always overly cautious. My walk on the beach renewed my soul. It's like a physical need for me. I'm really not happy (or sane) without the surf and the sand.
I guess that's what happens if you grow up here.
It felt great to have my toes in the sand. I like to walk right along the edge of the water so my feet get wet.
The lifeguards were busy keeping everybody safe. I walked so far, I eventually got to an area where there weren't any lifeguards on duty.
The waves were pretty big and there was a strong undertow to the current. I'm not allowed to swim yet so I just enjoyed my walk, the smell of the salt air, and the crashing of the waves.
Eventually I got back to the more populated areas. The tourists have arrived for summer and they're full of questions for the lifeguards. Some of the lifeguards drive up and down the beach helping
tourists people out.
It's always easy to spot the tourists. They're obscenely sunburned by the end of the day. We're glad to help out visitors, but I admit we chuckle a little too.
Signs like this one aren't up for the locals. Signs like this are up to help out the people visiting on vacations.
We already know where we're supposed to swim.
You'd think it's pretty obvious, but apparently not.
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