Walking on the Beach

Yesterday we went to Doheny Beach State Park and walked along the coast line about four miles. Walking in sand burns more calories than on a treadmill, even at an incline. About 20 to 50 percent more depending on the intensity. Well I was all for that!

I was a bad girl though and forgot my water and my body justly rewarded me with a Charlie horse on the way back... OUCHIE! When I got home I had to put some heating gel on it and I rubbed it like crazy for about 5 minutes with a thumping massager. It is not bad today, but it is reminding me how silly I was. I will not do that again...

The ocean is my favorite place. I love the roar of the waves coming on shore, the sites and sounds, the incredible sense of oneness I feel with the Creator and with Nature. I always think of the walking in the sand poem...but today I was in a different mood and a different version of the poem came to mind...

The Butt Print in the Sand

One night, I had a wondrous dream;
One set of footprints there was seen.
The footprints of my precious Lord,
But mine were not along the shore.
But then some stranger prints appeared,
And I asked the Lord, “What have we here?”
“Those prints are large and round and neat,
But, Lord, they are too big for feet.”
“My child,” He said in somber tones.
“For miles I carried you alone.
I challenged you to walk in faith,
But you refused and made me wait.
You disobeyed, you would not grow,
The walk of faith you would not know.
So I got tired and fed up,
And there I dropped you on your butt,
Because in life, there comes a time,
When one must fight and one must climb,
When one must rise and take a stand,
Or leave some butt prints in the sand.”

I do not want to be left on my butt in the sand...I must fight and I must climb, I must rise and I must take a stand...even when my calf muscles spasm, and even when my body aches, I will keep going, pressing forward, it will NOT be my butt print in the sand!!!