Our running group is officially on a short hiatus between the winter and summer training sessions so only a handful of runners showed up.
Just as we were heading out, some friends from The Misfits running group ran by and we chatted briefly.
The beach path between Bolsa Chica and Huntington Beach is filled with vivid memories of training for my first marathon.
As my feet fell into a steady rhythm, I listened to the soothing roar of the waves.
The ocean was spotted with surfers. I watched in awe as the foamy waves would completely envelope a surfer for seconds at a time.
By the time we reached our turnaround point, the Huntington Beach Pier, the sky had cleared and the sun was starting to warm the air.