Do you need an excuse to take a pretty Sunday drive to the north coast and train for a more fun life? This is just that. A kind of homage to some of the deepest Zenso roots and also an excuse to keep wild beach bodies in existence. I mean asses to die for can describe some of what results from power play in the sand. And a total breath of fresh air; real, sea-water freshness, and port and sloppy conversation.
If you've never laughed yourself into mush at the tail end of a wind-belted sprint, then you will have to make this a regular experience. And if you have experienced the elation of letting it all hang at the ocean, then you know just why this is on the calendar.
(The North Coastal Beaches)
4th Sundays, 11 AM.