Beth was out of bed with the first beep of the alarm despite the jet lag. She'd slept surprisingly well  after recording her video diary, likely due to the wine, and felt excited about what the day had in store. She dressed in workout gear -- a snug pair of shorts that barely covered her shapely bottom and a tank top, both in black, and of course her trainers. She took her time smoothing her hair back and getting her ponytail just so -- in truth she was far more concerned with making a good showing of herself by not spoiling his run than in flirting but that didn't mean she didn't want to look her best.  She brushed her teeth quickly then headed out, a bounce in her step, though she was stopped dead in her tracks when she got a load of the beach. It was breathtaking, like something off a postcard, not like any place she ever imagined herself being. After a moment she noticed Sean had arrived just before her and was similarly enjoying the view.  She smiled and walked up to him.<br/><br/>"Good morning," she said, lightly touching his back. "This sure beats the treadmill. How did you sleep?"<br/>