Craig followed her, easily keeping pace with the young woman beside him. He held his board under his left arm, towards the beach, his right remained free. The top half of the bodyglove bounced at his waist as he steadily kept pace with her. He didn't race, just ran beside her, the exertion of running on the sand did not seem to fade him and he continued on with simple and powerful movements.<br/><br/>Craig didn't feel the need to show off, he was not trying to mate, he was not trying to impress. They were outside, and for now they were both human, simple man and woman, and he liked the moments like these. Right now it was a combination of blood and oxygen and muscle working together in the most basic of sense. He followed Peg and her pack to the van, slowing down only when she did. He looked over at her, seeing her and then the surf beyond.<br/><br/>" I like the view."