Before this summer if you would have asked me to go to the beach I’d probably say, “Nah”.
I know, I know, I’ve touched on this subject before.
I mean, what is there to do at the beach anyway? All people do is lay there with sand in their ass-crack getting sunburned while they read some sort of trashy romance novel or shallow magazine.
I’d much prefer cuddling up in a blanket and reading an award winning novel by candle light with a robust glass of red wine.
For starters, I don’t like the sun all that much. Don’t get me wrong, I love sunny days, but usually I spend them covered in sunscreen and ducking for shade under a tree rather than lying topless on my stomach soaking in the melanoma and wrinkles rays.
When I come home from the beach or beach volleyball I hate the dirty feeling I have of sand all over me. It drives me crazy. When I undress I marvel at how sand seems to be everywhere on my body. How did it get there?
And then there’s the fact that you don’t really do anything at the beach now do you? I spend my time there thinking about all the things I could be getting done at home. I could be baking bread right now, or weightlifting, or even cleaning!
But something changed in me this summer. First, I suggested that we have my birthday party at the beach. I was getting tired of hosting pool parties (something I’ve done for most of my birthdays since my childhood home has a rockin’ pool) and I thought it was pretty fitting considering it was, after all, my Bikini Birthday.
You can eat cake on the beach! mmmmm….
Then, a few weeks ago I suggested that Matt and I go back to Cedar Beach on a date one gorgeous Sunday afternoon. “But what are we going to do there? You’re going to be bored,” Matt insisted, but I was craving the sand and the lakeside breezes. We had a deep conversation, snacked, read some serious material, and cursed the fact that we forgot to bring a corkscrew for the bottle of Kriek we packed.
You can read good stuff on the beach!
Yes, that’s my copy of TAR SANDS; Dirty Oil and the Future of a Continent.
When a friend suggested that we go to the beach at Point Pelee this past weekend I was, surprisingly, very excited. So excited that when we got there I sprinted barefoot along the beach as far as I could to release my energy and immerse myself in the environment. I found myself doing yoga asanas in the sand and even accomplished my first ever headstand! Everything about the beach on Sunday was perfect.
You can sprint down the beach and chase away seagulls!
This summer has converted me into a beach lover.
You can love the beach!
I love the breezes off the lake and how fresh the air feels on your face and body.
I love sand. The way it swallows your feet as you walk through it and hugs your body as you lie in it.
I love enjoying the outdoors with good company. Everyone relaxes in their own way and does their own thing, but they do it together.
I’m secretly hoping to get at least one more afternoon at the beach before the cold weather really sets in.
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