Salted breeze and late-night training plans

Fleetwood Mac on repeat and the tide tapping the shore like a metronome — perfect tempo for a cool-down. Made a coconut‑lime drink, watched sunset scrub the last gold from the net; ended the set with a clean block and sand still packed under my nails.

Offered sunscreen to a new recruit; she teased, declined, then traded three shadow serves for a shoulder rub — fair deal. Lessons are grit wrapped in warmth: I'll push you to the line, keep strict time, and hand you the towel when you've earned it.