When I was a kid growing up, my mom and I went to the beach everyday during the summer. We lived in West L.A. CA. and she liked going to State Beach. That was a long time ago. I was such a skinny kid. Sometimes there would be some guys in their teens and early twenties that looked built to me. That was what originally inspired me to start working out. I didn't want to be the guy who got sand kicked in his face.
Although I moved to Oregon with my wife back in the 1960's, I still loved the beach. However, summer here is short and not always sunny compared to Southern California. When I was off work in the summer and the weather cooperated, I would head out to a beach on the Columbia river early in the day and lay out in the sun all day long. My wife didn't go because she burns really easily. I was built OK. -No longer the skinny kid. I'd get some attention because of my physique, I guess....but the real reason I was at the beach was to soak up the sun, relax and read.
These days, I hardly ever go to the beach anymore. I've tried. But after an hour, I'm bored and leave. I wonder how I was ever able to just do nothing for an entire day. There aren't any attractive nearly naked folks to look at at home, but I lay out in my backyard on the chaise for an hour here and there. It's not the beach, but I'm not the carefree young man I once was either.
