After getting up at "stupid o'clock" for a Sunday (7:20 am) we headed down to the pier for the Beach Blast 5k run. With a very strong Nor'easter wind blowing into the runners faces on the outward leg, quick times would be hard to come by (so I'm told). Still Mrs P was once again the first woman home in her age group, with her friend coming in second. Well done to the pair of them.
The strong winds and the grey skies meant that the volleyball didn't quite live up to its billing and so we didn't stay there very long. Trying to eat pizza slices when the wind is whipping up isn't great, pepperoni and sand anyone?
