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There was nothing like a beach run.

The salty air whipped through Martin’s hair and stung his skin with wet droplets from the waves. The sand fought against him, a constant challenge, unpredictable, and yet it was soft and inviting under his bare feet. As they came to a stop, Martin was breathless, exhilarated-- free, for a blissful, fleeting moment.

“Ha…” He gave his companions a sideways smile, “Not bad!”

“Ha!” Wynn laughed in a lilting, almost cocky tone--a broad grin on her face as she slowed and came to a stop. Well, mostly a stop, she still jogged in place. “Will you get a load this guy Buck?! He thinks we're ‘not bad’! Now that, to me, sounds like a man who hasn't been runnin’ long enough!”

Wyn Rucker seemed like someone different--she was still herself of course, but her bearing had changed. Running was empowering to her, like most things with clear goals and measurable results.

“I think our friend Martin wants to go another few miles.”

Buck let out a happy bark and gamboled beside Spud with his tongue lolling out and his tail wagging.

“Haha!” Martin laughed a little, stumbling as Spud clumsily bumped his leg. “Yeah, alright, Rucker!”

Wyn stuck out her tongue playfully and picked up her pace again, running with Buck at her heels.

She sprinted over the sand, the sun at her back as she left tracks in the damp sand. As she raced along the waterline, frothy surf hissing and swirling beside her, the sound of the ocean was disrupted by an wild roar.

Wyn stopped so fast her feet dug gullies into the sand.

Was that--?

Description
There was nothing like a beach run.

The salty air whipped through Martin’s hair and stung his skin with wet droplets from the waves. The sand fought against him, a constant challenge, unpredictable, and yet it was soft and inviting under his bare feet. As they came to a stop, Martin was breathless, exhilarated-- free, for a blissful, fleeting moment.

“Ha…” He gave his companions a sideways smile, “Not bad!”

“Ha!” Wynn laughed in a lilting, almost cocky tone--a broad grin on her face as she slowed and came to a stop. Well, mostly a stop, she still jogged in place. “Will you get a load this guy Buck?! He thinks we're ‘not bad’! Now that, to me, sounds like a man who hasn't been runnin’ long enough!”

Wyn Rucker seemed like someone different--she was still herself of course, but her bearing had changed. Running was empowering to her, like most things with clear goals and measurable results.

“I think our friend Martin wants to go another few miles.”

Buck let out a happy bark and gamboled beside Spud with his tongue lolling out and his tail wagging.

“Haha!” Martin laughed a little, stumbling as Spud clumsily bumped his leg. “Yeah, alright, Rucker!”

Wyn stuck out her tongue playfully and picked up her pace again, running with Buck at her heels.

She sprinted over the sand, the sun at her back as she left tracks in the damp sand. As she raced along the waterline, frothy surf hissing and swirling beside her, the sound of the ocean was disrupted by an wild roar.

Wyn stopped so fast her feet dug gullies into the sand.

Was that--?