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I was at Christmas on Las Olas last night as I write this and so today I wanted to work off the drinks and food. (There’s a holiday party on Las Olas each Tuesday until Christmas, by the way. The kickoff event was packed, friendly and fun.) So this morning, I got up early and put my convertible top down and headed to the Fort Lauderdale beach. When I arrived, the strong wind was coming out of the east and beautiful lines of large waves tumbled ashore. I warmed up with a short walk, then headed to the Fit Trail at South Beach Park, where free outdoor gym equipment always gives me a good workout. After three sets of tricep dips, pushups and pullups, and some ab crunches, I was ready for a brisk cardio walk.
I marched quickly north up to nearly the Bonnet House, about 1.2 miles, before turning around and coming back part way. By then, I was ready to find a patch of beach where I could be away from the people and cars for a while. So I sat on the sand, with the wind blowing a pleasant, fine sea mist over me and the sun playing off the waves. After my walk, this offered just the bracing cooldown I wanted. I watched row after row after row of whitecaps, as far out on the ocean as I could see. The water takes on a fresh perspective at such times, a special breadth and grandeur when viewed from shore, and I felt as if I inhaled all of that with the salt scent, breathing in the beauty somehow.
A single coconut lay in the sand, not far from the edge of the rising tide. It was banged up, with a fresh green skin revealed in places beneath the brown husk. I wasn’t sure if it had fallen off one of the palms behind me or been washed ashore, though I suspected probably it was a small offering from the sea. I sat on the beach quite a while, watching the endless waves and the advancing tide and the coconut. By the time I finally left to enjoy coffee at a nearby cafe, the water at last had moved the coconut, but only a little. I felt ready to face a busy work day ahead. The coconut would have to take its chances again with the sea.
I marched quickly north up to nearly the Bonnet House, about 1.2 miles, before turning around and coming back part way. By then, I was ready to find a patch of beach where I could be away from the people and cars for a while. So I sat on the sand, with the wind blowing a pleasant, fine sea mist over me and the sun playing off the waves. After my walk, this offered just the bracing cooldown I wanted. I watched row after row after row of whitecaps, as far out on the ocean as I could see. The water takes on a fresh perspective at such times, a special breadth and grandeur when viewed from shore, and I felt as if I inhaled all of that with the salt scent, breathing in the beauty somehow.
A single coconut lay in the sand, not far from the edge of the rising tide. It was banged up, with a fresh green skin revealed in places beneath the brown husk. I wasn’t sure if it had fallen off one of the palms behind me or been washed ashore, though I suspected probably it was a small offering from the sea. I sat on the beach quite a while, watching the endless waves and the advancing tide and the coconut. By the time I finally left to enjoy coffee at a nearby cafe, the water at last had moved the coconut, but only a little. I felt ready to face a busy work day ahead. The coconut would have to take its chances again with the sea.
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