When we left off I was about to get a good night’s sleep in Portsmouth..or so I thought. The room was comfy but I tossed and turned most of the night. I think I must have been nervous about getting up, checked out, on the road and back to the beach in time. It turns out we had nothing to worry about. We made it to the “Mile In The Sand” event with time to spare.
The Mile in The Sand race is just what it sounds like- 1 mile in the sand. I thought a mile sounded easy peasy seeing how I average 4 miles per run these days. So, we geared up and waited in the crowd.
When our wave started I knew IMMEDIATELY I had made a mistake. Sand was filling my shoes, my legs felt like lead, and my calves were on fire. I made a pit stop to take my shoes off (which helped) and it was back to business. I knew I could handle a tough mile but this running in the sand business was more than I bargained for. I was seriously glad to cross that finish line.
Beachy medal? Check!
After the race we made it our mission to find food. I had heard good things about a local spot, Citrus so we headed out to check them out.