Born To Run Barefoot On The Beach
The Beach here extends for miles, about three when the tide is far out...
Anadi and I found our way there one Sunday, we arrived to a sparkling vista with many surfers in the water and on the sand... At the far end we saw swooshing images of huge kites, surfers were attached by strings to these arching colourful creations, and as we watched, we saw them skimming along, with such speed, and leaping... Up they soared! Flying through the air as high as a house, reminding me of 'big wave ' dreams I have had through my life; a sense of flying up and up on the crest of a wave, and then somehow finding myself high in the air flying above the ocean...!
These folk are living that dream...
A group of surfers were running barefoot on the sand, warming their bodies up before they headed out to catch the waves.
'I wonder' I said to Anadi... 'If barefoot will still work for me...?'
We started then, to jog along the shoreline...
Ten days have passed now, and we have journeyed every other day to this beach. Each time we have run a bit further, until yesterday we covered five miles, right to the very end and back again...
Barefoot and free, running like I did as a child on a beach in Africa where I was born.
Afterwards we breakfasted in the local cafe on tostadas con tomate y aceite and cafe con leche...
My idea of the perfect morning.
And so just now I have looked on the Internet for information on foot exercises, because my left arch is a bit less 'archy' than it used to be...
When I was eleven years old, a foot inspection took place at my school, and the lady doing the inspecting, told my mother that I had perfect 'under feet...'
When I was in St Lucia a year of so ago, I visited a chiropractor whose motto was 'everything is reversible...'
And so with that motto in mind, I am now on a mission to strengthen these feet, and return them to their once springy step!
