I got up a little early so I could go for a quick run before work.
See, I love staying at Chris's because that means I will actually get to bed at a decent time (last night: 11) instead of my usual, oh, 1:30 a.m.
So far, it's just meant that I get an extra good, nine-hour night of sleep. This morning, however, as I wasn't really sleep-deprived starting out last night, I had no excuse to not get up early.
Chris got up before 6. I managed to drag myself out of the all-too-comfortable bed at 7:30. Went for a little, half-hour run. At the halfway point, I went through a break in the buildings onto the sand, where I decided to continue my run back to Chris's.
The water was completely flat. It was gorgeous, and so inviting, especially with the sun starting to beat down on me.
I was simultaneously cursing the fact that I had to be in the office in exactly one hour and that I didn't get out of bed much earlier; I could've gone on a longer jog and finished it with a dip in the ocean.
But, my, what a good way to start the day. Usually it's just a 40-minute mad dash from bed to the car; I don't catch my breath until I sit down at my desk at work. I hate starting my days out like that, but am so self-indulgent when it comes to sleep.
Tonight is the PetSmart shift. Maybe after I can get to bed at a decent time and do a run around the suburbs in the morning. Cross your fingers for me. :D
I'm Stacey. I'm a 31(!)-year-old Wisconsin girl living in sunny South Florida. The highlights in my life are my lovely boyfriend, my aloof cats, my adorable/adoring stepdogs, my two lumbering tortoises, select family members, being outside, being underwater, taking pictures, yadda yadda. Stay tuned for lots of babbling!
A small boy lived by the ocean. He loved the creatures of the sea, especially the starfish, and he spent much of his time exploring the seashore.
One day the boy learned there would be a minus tide that would leave the starfish stranded on the sand.
When the tide went out, he went down to the beach, began picking up the stranded starfish, and tossing them back into the ocean.
An elderly man who lived next door came down to the beach to see what the boy was doing. Seeing the man's quizzical expression, the boy paused as he approached. "I'm saving the starfish!" the boy proudly declared.
When the neighbor saw all of the stranded starfish he shook his head and said: "I'm sorry to disappoint you, young man, but if you look down the beach, there are stranded starfish as far as the eye can see. And if you look up the beach the other way, it's the same. One little boy like you isn't going to make much of a difference."
The boy thought about this for a moment. Then he reached his small hand down to the sand, picked up another starfish, tossed it out into the ocean, and said: "Well, I sure made a difference for that one!"