One problem with putting a lot of type-A, over achieving athletes in one space is that there is bound to be some friction. Jocelyn decided to fly her family in a week earlier than planned which meant our house was full. Not only that but by that point in our training we were all a little tired and a little irritable. It reached a point where I decided it was time for me to leave. It was only a day earlier than planned, but is still meant that I was feeling very lost and hurt. I spent Saturday night crying because of what happened back at the house, and Jeremy rescued me by finding a convenient hotel for me to stay. Sunday morning I woke up still feeling bruised from it all. I went to church, which is always pleasant, and then I wanted to spend the rest of the day somewhere peaceful. I decided to drive to Two-Step beach because I've always liked the atmosphere there. Along the way I had a couple of "God is watching out for me" moments. A barista decided to comp my sandwich, which felt so good because I didn't like to pay to eat out after church. A man at a farmer's market gave me the last banana malasadas for free and I just started bawling. Down on the beach I found a quiet place to eat my meal and just watch the moody sea and sky.
For the first little while I watched snorkelers, then I was pleased to see dolphins come into the bay. I watched them come up for air, splash around, and even jump and spin for us. It was exciting. I wish I could have been in the water with them.
Once it began to rain I went back to my car feeling much better than I did when I arrived. Two-Step is special.
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