One of the best things about walking on the beach is running into Anne, Peter, and Carmen. (Carmen is off chasing a kite.) They live on the opposite end of Ocean Beach, and jog 3 miles up to the Cliff House and 3 miles back every day. That's 6 miles, folks. They can eat all the pizza they want.
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I'm loving that lime green too!
I've decided that if they do it every day, it probably feels like, oh ... two miles. Time warp and all that.
Interesting timing, this. I just came back from a brisk mid-day walk because I just HAD to have oreos for lunch dessert.
Mary Ann: And on top of that, it was St. Patrick's Day.
Booda: The old fashioned oreos? How many, and do you take them apart to eat them? What did you have to drink with them?
Yes, indeedy, the old fashioned kind. I MUST take them apart. And I can not dunk or dip or do anything at all to them but take a bite, then take a drink. Bite, drink. That's my drill.
Today, I had them with very not good for me Diet Pepsi.
And I had ...
six. (I hear, if you put a couple spaces between yourself and the answer, it's like whispering and no one at all can hear it. Did it work?)
The beach is a great place to walk, especially at dusk. It's never too hot, and you have an ocean view and sounds. Plus the sand gives you a workout.
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