Because of high tide, I had to run on the softer sand again today, which made running hard. All the runners had to use a thin strip of semi-hard sand and avoid getting their shoes wet or having to run in the softer stuff. My shoes are going to be ruined by the time I'm out of here. I've had a fun time looking at all the different size and shapes of runners. I've not seen very many women runners. Lots of men with hairy backs running without shirts, and also young, wiry athletic types who pass me up from behind. I've had a couple of men pass me, only to stop and turn back to stop and look. The men here, in general are funny. If you walk down to the beach and drop something, at least 2-3 will get out of their beach chairs to pick up whatever you dropped, or when digging a hole for the umbrella you'll get kind offers to help you dig. I only lived here in the South for 11/2 years when I was young. But maybe I'd be more of a lady if I'd been raised around here. Or as my husband says "Mas senorita, menos bruja". | 