|Sunset over the bay a half block from the house|
My wife grew up there, spending her long summer breaks on the sand, working her first jobs in its shops and restaurants. To my son, it's where we go when it gets warm. It's where he learned to love miniature golf.
|Roman (with blanket) outside the beach house|
Now, Storm Sandy has come along and disturbed our world down there. I'm afraid that what we knew, what my wife and son know of the place will be forever altered.
I've spent the last two weeks trying to think about what I can do to help. In my dark, cold apartment I began to put my plan together.
Over the last year, I've run more miles on LBI than any other place. It is flat, straight and boring. Exactly what I've needed to build the mental fortitude for long distance running. Summer running there is watching blurry landmarks miles ahead stay miles ahead of you as you pound away, foot over foot.
So, I am starting to put together a plan. My first thought is and end-to-end-to-end run of the island (36 miles), raising money for a local charity. The challenge I have in this part of the process is determining which charity and when to run it. Most immediate recovery efforts will be completed or at least stabilized before I can do this so right now I'm thinking more long-term in my choices.
In terms of timing, I'm thinking July 4th. We will see. More to come.
|Barnegat Light on the northern tip of the island|