In the land of fitness and sophisticated gyms, Giorgia Boitano enjoys a simple beach run
I take a deep breath, and the salty early morning air hits my lungs. I feel a slight chill as my naked foot touches the cool wet sand. The sun has just risen on Santa Monica and the sea is peppered with surfers, while the violet clouds of night slowly roll away. Groups of seabirds peck at the sand. Their loud cackle reminds me of my goal: run. I quickly set up my stopwatch, shake my ponytail, and I’m ready to go.
One leg after the other, I keep my eyes on the endless sweep of sand in front of me and begin to find an inner peace. Plunged into this postcard scene, I forget the fatigue of my muscles working hard on the soft surface. Who said that training in hi-tech gyms is the only way to get fit? A healthy run along the ocean is much more motivating – especially when it’s this beautiful.
I’m not the only one who starts active today. As I step on the humid beach, a couple of beefy peroxide blond men pass me. “See ya later, sweetie!” one of them shouts to a skinny girl doing yoga on a pink towel. A wrinkled woman with sunglasses appears in front of me, drinking while she jogs in the opposite direction. I can see her smiling as we pass each other. I wonder how many kilometres her toned legs have done until now, and I hope I will have her determination in 30 years…
“Heya, how’ you doin’?” a shout coming from a mass of coverts on my left diverts my attention. A homeless man with long white beard is emerging from his comfy sack. His sunburned skin and long white hair suggest that he has lived here a while. “Much better than a bench on a busy street,” I hear him muttering as he stretches.
