This past Sunday, I acted like a kid.
I drove three hours to the beach and three hours back -- in traffic -- to spend three hours on the beach.
I got smashed around by some nice waves. I lost my prescription sunglasses during one particular wave-beating, and I smiled as my 12-year-old son called me a wimp when I ran to shore after being double-dunked by the ocean.
I took a little walk around the shore line. I took a short nap on the beach blanket. I had a great time! I paid for it the next day. I was tired and sore, but content.