Beach walker here.
Barefoot beach walker.
That is until three years ago when I noticed the sand wearing away the skin on the bottom of my toes.
Those poor toes returned from a beach walk looking like I’d run a marathon on oyster shells. What gives?
The thinning skin of menopause. (Although it took me a year or so to understand this was the culprit). When the estrogen diminishes, the skin suffers. You can read more about it here.
I now wear my clunky walking shoes when beach walking.
Fine on a fall day when you’re sporting shorts and a t-shirt.
But it’s not a great look with a flowy beach cover up.
And talk about a nerd alert: Someone shouts from their blanket, “Beach walk!” and you say, “Sure. Just as soon as I put on my socks and shoes.”
I should have appreciated my barefoot beach walks even more than I did in those glorious hours.
I never imagined the upcoming woes of menopausal beach toes.
But, thank heavens, my shoes, socks, toes, and I continue to enjoy wonderful walks very close to the surf.
Like so much else about aging, it’s all about figuring things out and adapting.
My goal: To leave footprints in the sand as long as I can.
What about you? Any beach walk troubles?