Our long run event started in Newport on Friday. I had planned the mental preparation activity for that night. We would go to First Beach for a "drive-in" style showing of The Summit, an adventure documentary about people who believe in the impossible. This would set the tone.
Alas, everyone arrived, but not without incident. Isabelle was tired from her recent vacation out west and opted to rest a bit after work before driving down. She was able to catch a ride with Maura who was leaving later as well. I still had a chance to see the film with Emer and her daughters...until her car broke down. Well, we would do without any mental preparation and popcorn on the beach. Everyone made it down eventually and we probably stayed up too late catching up.
The next day brought nice temperatures. We got an early start but not so early because we didn't have to beat the heat. When we looked at each other, we all had pink on without planning it...and so the name pink ladies was coined.
We started with determination and with a bit of fun. We got to the Wave and joked about diving into our run (foreshadowing...things to come).
I pretended to be a tour guide as I told stories along the route, pointing out scenery and landmarks. When we got to the Cliff Walk, I quickly surmised that a pit stop was necessary. We detoured to First Beach for the bathrooms (that's what a good tour guide does, right?).
We started up again, enjoying the morning sun of the beach.
Next up: Finishing the Cliff Walk and the search for port-a-johns.
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