This morning I headed out for a little over 4 miles on the boardwalk. I hate running on the concrete boardwalk when there’s a paved bike path right next to it. But they have this sign:
I have not seen any runners/walkers on the bike path, but I have seen plenty of bikes on the boardwalk. That doesn’t seem fair. Maybe I will break the rules tomorrow. I think the pavement is easier on your joints than concrete anyway.
On the way back up the boardwalk, I saw lots of surfers on the beach and in the water. They all had on full body wetsuits. They must be tough stuff, because it was in the low 40’s and windy. Even if the water was tolerable, it would be an awfully cold walk back to the car. Maybe that’s why they were all running to and from the ocean?
I continued up the boardwalk, past my hotel, and said good morning to Neptune.
He’s one bad looking dude. I definitely wouldn’t mess with him.
I will leave you with some lessons learned on the boardwalk:
When someone is using a weed whacker on mulch you will get hit in the ankles by flying mulch. There was a person that followed weed whacker guy down the boardwalk with a leaf blower to blow all the mulch back onto the area between the boardwalk and bike path
Morning boardwalk runners are friendlier than evening ones. After waving/saying hi to about 10 runners yesterday with no response I gave up. This morning almost every runner I passed waved or said good morning.
It gets cold, even at the beach. I could see my breath this morning. Good thing I had my new long sleeve running top to wear.
Unless it’s race day I run slower in the morning. I ran last night’s run and this morning’s run at a “comfortable” pace. Yesterday I had an average pace of 9:54/mile and this morning it was 10:17/mile. They felt like the same effort, though.