Time for Some Beach Running

The Internet is a strange and wondrous place.  Ran across a goofy photo site where I found this image.  No idea whether it's real, or where it was taken, etc....so just enjoy it for what it is:

Just beware the faceplant if you become inattentive to your running, either due to the nudity or from the waffles.

Beach Bubbles

Via Boing Boing (and if you have even the slightest geek tendencies and you don't read it regularly, you're missing out), I can see what I'll be doing at the beach next summer.

This is a great post called How to Make Giant Bubbles, complete with a brief video (embedded below), plus a set of clear, step-by-step instructions on how to make the super-sized wand.  As we all know by now from Harry Potter, the wand is the key (in this case, to giant bubbles).

See, right about now is when we pay the up-front half of the rental for our 2013 beach house at North Carolina's Outer Banks.  So things like this are quite germane, even in mid-winter. 

I'm pretty confident that Mister Tristan (the then-5 year old human being, not the blog) will be enthralled.  As will I....




 

More on the Bonner Bridge (NC) Run

Yesterday I wrote about my run while on vacation at the Outer Banks of North Carolina. The prime highlight was running across the Herbert C. Bonner Bridge.   It's maybe 2 miles long with the approaches.  Couple more observations about the run:

There was a “shoulder,” some 2’ or so to the outside of the painted line to delineate the right side of the traffic lane. Of course, I ran on the left facing traffic, but not wanting to be a mere 2’ from immortality, I always hopped up onto the 1’ high “sidewalk.” Said “sidewalk,” however, was little more than a foot wide, and the guardrail to my left was only then about thigh-high. I felt rather exposed and only hopped up there for the time it took a vehicle to pass.

This was a typical August run, meaning hazy, hot and humid, even though I started at 5:45 AM. What does that mean for the runner, specifically this runner?: sweat running down my ears, nose, elbows. And a new phenomenon I’d never experienced—sweat permeating and drenching my hat so thoroughly that droplets formed and fell from the bill of my cap.

Right before the bridge I veered in to the Oregon Inlet Fishing Center for some Dr. Pepper and a donut, plus to refill my water bottle. Gotta love this sport—Dr. Pepper and donuts!