Another Monk seal and sore legs

DH and I have a "bet" to motivate us to work out more. Here it is in a nutshell. "Whoever works out less during the week has to make a "nice" dinner sometime the following week." There are "sub-rules" but I won't bore you with the details except that for the purposes of the bet, the week starts on Monday and ends on Sunday.

So it was Saturday, we had plans to workout together on Sunday, and I was already down one day. To avoid making dinner, I went for a run along the beach. I've been doing a good bit of running, but I feel ill-prepared for Swamp Romp. Since running in the sand is supposed to be a good simulation for all the mud, so I'm told, it seemed a good thing to try out.

Now, my DH has relatives who live along the beach and as I approached their house I saw caution tape and a crowd of people. Seeing an Aunt, I went over to say hi. She said "You've come to see the seal!" More a statement than a question, and I was completely lost. She pointed, I looked over, and Whoa, there was a Monk Seal! Nobody tells us anything.

Apparently he's been hanging out there since New Year's Day. I've been here my whole life, and I'd never seen a seal up close until that hash run a month or so ago, and now here's another one. Cool.

After talking story a while, I ran back to the car, pausing for a quick dip in water that was warmer than the air. It all sounds idyllic, I know. The beach, the sky changing colors as the sun goes down, a seal, warm water... But I woke up this morning and my calves are so tight I can't walk without hobbling unless I wear my tallest high heels. Argh!