The burning feeling in my feet made me want to stop, but I did not. I had to go on until I could not breathe anymore. I wanted to be exhausted so that I could stop thinking. The waves reached my shoes every now and then. You could see a layer of sand where the shoes had got sticky because of the salty water. The crunching noise of the sand felt pleasant and it marked the rhythm of my steps.
Blue foamy waves greeted me every time I turned my head right. I liked running south: right the sea, left the town, below the sand and up the sky, which was bright blue or dark grey depending on the weather. The sunset was the best part of my running routine. I did not have a specific time for going running, it would vary according to the sunset time, which was very accurately predicted in some meteorology website. I always made sure to run thirty minutes to the lighthouse and then make my way back when the sunset started.
If there was nice weather, there would also be windsurfers all around the coast with their colorful windsurfing boards. They contrasted beautifully with the colors that the sun reflected on the sea. The rocks near the lighthouse seemed dangerous and pointy but sometimes I would dare to climb them. Then I would stop and enjoy that moment when beauty and fatigue converged, when peace replaced my thoughts. That moment was my reward.
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