We've sneaked off to San Agustinillo on the Oaxaca coast for an extended weekend. Sneaked I say, as we've developed a habit of coming here for a week in the winter, so this is an extra beach bump in late November. Actually, we got here just in time for Thanksgiving dinner on the beach after the six hour mountain drive from the city of Oaxaca.
I've loved running fast on the beach since I discovered the flat expanses of sandbar on the bay side of Cape Cod around Eastham and Orleans when I was a teenager. It is exhilarating to notch up the pace to a serious middle distance cadence, zipping across firm wet sand.
Last night we got here at 6:00--the tide was in and I blipped and blooped through soggy sand at a pitched angle and dutifully covered a stretch of beach, but I knew I'd have to catch low tide to really let loose.
This morning at 7:30 the tide was about the same, I warmed up for 14 minutes, again sloggin through wet sand on a sandy slope to the waves. A bit of breakfast and chill time, and I returned to the beach as the heat of the day came on around 10:00 am and it was go time. I peeled off 7 repeats of about 200 meters, slowing increasing the pace to roughly 800 meter race pace. Damn, it's fun to run fast! I felt relaxed and in control, breezing along the surface of flat, packed sand.
For once, I left it at a good point. I sometimes spend all my juice on too many intervals the first day at the beach. Today, I left some gas in the tank for another go at it tomorrow.
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