Today we headed south to the Florida Keys. Randomly throughout the trip, my mind would break into the song by the Beach Boys: Key Largo, Montego, baby why don't we go down to Cocomo / we'll get there fast and then we'll take it slow / that's where I want to go, way down to Cocomo... (I know you're singing it now, just like I am.) How can you not think of that song when you're surrounded by sun and sand?
On the trip out, I counted the bridges - we crossed 47 bridges from Key West to the mainland, including the 7-mile bridge. Greg wanted to run part of that, but it was closed, so he took some pictures instead. We're spending the night in Naples with Marci and Mike, then heading back to Orlando for the Big Race Weekend. I wore shorts today without the compression socks, and I can tell my ankles are swelling - the skin is tight and pink (but no sausage toes!). Hopefully having them up at night will help, and then I'll wear my Special Socks for the drive up to Orlando (not much beach walking then).