Vacation bites the big one. No one is having any fun here in Mexico. The beach has too much sand, there is not one stinking cloud in the sky, the drinks are too strong and the ocean breeze keeps turning the pages on my book before I am ready.
3:51 p.m. I sit here trying not to smell the stink of my armpits (after 9 hours on the beach), drinking a margarita on the rocks, my second drink of the day. I know! I should have had at least 49 drinks by now, but I think I am recovering a bit from the past two days.
Today I got up at 6 a.m. and staked out our chairs on the beach. I took a long run, this time with shoes. Yesterday I ran naked – no, not as in boobs flailing and children being scared – but naked as in no watch, no shoes. You could not wipe the grin off of my face – I am in Mexico! I am running on the beach barefoot! The world is my oyster… until my feet started to hurt and I realized I have some toughening to do:
That long, finger-like second toe took it the hardest.
Today I laced up my Brooks and felt no pain. I think in life there are few pleasures as wonderful as running on the beach, shoes or not.
We fly into Denver late tomorrow night and first thing Friday morning I will be flying out to Sidney, Montana for Sherry’s funeral. I will make I just in time since the service is at 2pm on Friday. My mom is going with me. We will stay for a couple of days so that we have some time to spend with the family out at her parent’s ranch.
I would be lying if I said I am not afraid of the grief that I will walk into. However, it means the world to be to be there, to be with my family and to honor Sherry in the way that is most important to her family. I still cannot quite fathom what has happened to her, and my greatest wish is that her family can find some peace and begin the long healing process after Friday’s service.
I will let you know how it goes.