8:21/8:38/8:17/8:42/9:17/9:10/9:35/9:42 All those days of running on the sand has made running on the road easy. Also the beautiful running path settled between the "pond" (bay) and the ocean with a wonderful variety of dune growth (glossy beach grasses, Indian Paintbrush, Queen Anne's lace-- are ones I forgot to mention last time). Anway as far as the easy/fast running, I don't know how long it will last, but man it feels good. It's taken a long time to find my stride again. But it helps that I've been on vacation for almost 2 weeks; Good food, good sleep, good company. My soul that has been emptied over the course of the last 12 months has been slowly refilling. Yesterday, we went to Menemsha on the other side of island to Larsen's Fish Market were we sat on a dock watching the fisherman bring in enormous striped bass and lobster, and oysters. So my sister and I ordered a 2 lb steamed lobster (one of the ones we had just seen thrown off the boat) and then sat on oily wooden boxes watching the boats float up and down in the harbor, while tearing apart a lobster with our bear hands. By the time we were done there was lobster schrapnel all over my knees and face. Liking my fingers, I was breathing the deepest sigh of satisfaction and I turned to my sister and said "Isn't this just like Baja? It gives me that same feeling as eating fish tacos from the sandy floored taco shacks in San Felipe." But then she looked at me and said "Yes it does give me that same feeling, excpet for one thing: We're on Martha's Vineyard eating lobsters....not tacos." Ah, the Vinyud: Lobstah and Chowdah fah everyone.
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