Lesson #2: Go behind the Fishermen

I recently spent a week in Florida and loved every minute of my beach runs, well, almost every minute. I enjoyed the waves crashing, the cool breeze, the sun rising over the water, the feel of the sand, the fishing line at my throat...what?? So, every day I passed a group of 8-10 old men who gathered at sunrise to catch some fish. One morning as I approached the fishermen, I realized they were camped out pretty far back from the water. I decided to run in front of them and their poles. Foolish choice. I definitely got clotheslined, right at the neck, by one of the fishing lines! Didn't even see it. Very startled and now embarassed, I made my way around all the poles stuck in the sand and continued running. I KNOW the old men saw me, I heard one say "there goes another one", one say "Morning", and thought to myself, I bet they get joy out of seeing idiots like me run into their lines. No warning given, thanks old men.

As my savvy, east coast, experienced beach running brother said, "You always go BEHIND the fishermen!"