Highway 101: Encinitas, Cardiff-by-the-Sea, Solana Beach, Del Mar, Torrey Pines. We're only supposed to run twelve miles this weekend, so we can turn around at the six-mile point if we want to, but we don't. And then we're going to turn around at the seven-mile point, but we don't. And then we decide to just keep going until we can't get any higher up. Finally, 8.3 miles in, we get to the overlook at the top of the Torrey Pines hill and take this picture. That's the ocean there behind us, 375 feet down.
Back at the bottom of the hill, we pause to get some water and admire the view. "Sunlight on water is probably the most beautiful thing," Alex oniugnip remarks. We're standing next to a public beach shelter with showers. I walk over to a shower, turn it on, duck under the freezing cold spray, wash nine miles of sweat off of my head, and walk back toward Alex, soaking wet, shaking water in all directions, and completely lit up on endorphins with a big, stupid, involuntary smile on my rapidly sunburning face.
"I retract my earlier statement," he says.
And then we run all the way back to Encinitas without stopping and jump directly into the hotel pool.
Luckiest girl in the world.