“I’m going out for a run, probably up to Post. I’ll be back… after midnight, probably after 1,” I said to my wife, as I laced up my shoes. I’d been making noise about going for a longer run, since it was the Thursday night starting a long weekend, and really, I didn’t think my wife was listening to me. We’d just finished dinner, there was still plenty of summer sunlight, I had a good full belly, and was feeling strong. “Uh huh,” she said, “yeah.” Followed by, “Wait, what?”
What’s not to love about a mid-week hike up a Hawaiian mountain ridge, across treacherous and perilous cliff faces, to a WWII era communications site and the almost-4000 rickety stairs that take you down a seriously steep cliff to the valley below? My good fortune this week was to do just such a hike, and I loved every minute of it.
I spent 2009 in Iraq. I ran some during the first part of the year, but not enough, and certainly not many long runs. As the mid point of the year approached, and as I got ready to return home to my family in Hawaii, I decided that I’d crank up my miles to the point where I’d be able to run a half-marathon without dying. My R&R arrived, I flew to Hawaii, and while there, I did some running. But after my R&R, I returned to Iraq and a new, very stressful job. Long hours, crazy hours. So,
I suppose I’ve always been known for having some crazy ideas. This, though, is probably pretty high up on the list of craziest things I’ve done. Over 30 calendar days, I just ran 300 miles. I didn’t run 300 miles in 30 days — I actually did it in just 26 days. But we’ll get to that. I’m not really sure where this idea came from. Last month, I was in Baghdad for a 10 day visit, and while there I ran about 66 miles on 5 runs. That seemed like a lot of running to me — my
I was going to use the title, 2010 Honolulu Triathlon: You’re Doing It Wrong, but I was worried that some would miss the sarcasm that is so deeply embedded into a comment like that. So, before I tell you the story, let me tell you the background. There are a few things that relate to this. 1. I’ve never done a triathlon. Back in 2005, I wasn’t running. I was broken, and I was also in the middle of a giant pity-party because PTSD was kicking my ass. The Army patched me up some, and by 2006 I was
I’ve had a big week of running. This is a big year of running for me, a year when I’m averaging a hair under 40 miles of running per week. This week, I ran almost 65. 65 miles. I had no plans to run anything close to that I figured it was going to be just another week, a week of probably running 40 miles. I started the week off with a 3 hours run through the hills on the Aiea Loop, a run that might have been 11 miles long, or maybe a bit more. But Monday morning,
I’ve run up hills, through the jungle, and across pineapple fields this month. The stress of being back from Iraq would surely be taking more of a toll on me if I wasn’t running for distance, and if I wasn’t enjoying my time of solitude.
In keeping with all the recent press and concerns about safety this winter, I thought it high-time I shared my thoughts about winter survival this year. 1. Dress appropriately. Good grief, Charlie Brown — so many terrible accidents could be prevented if people would just learn to dress appropriately for the conditions. That shirt can come off it’s too hot, and with that color, it can be left just about anywhere on this island and it will be perfectly camouflaged — perfect for stashing and retrieving later. And those long baggy shorts? It things just get out of hand,
My running shoes are starting to show their age. Just how many miles have I done in them? Yikes — it’s a lot.
I’m thinking that 2010 will be my year of Running O’ahu.
I’ve spent 4 months getting ready to run the 2009 Honolulu Marathon. This is the tale of my preparations, the run itself, and what I learned along the way.
I ran 18 miles today, including 2200+ feet of ascent. I did it in a little over 3 hours.
I’m running again. And I’ve got a plan.
In about 48 hours, I went from my living room on Oahu, in the middle of the Pacific Ocean, to sitting at a picnic table in Kuwait City, just inland from the northern tip of the Persian Gulf. Is it just me, or do others think that this is truly amazing? In 1932, my grandmother went to LA to go to the Olympics. Reading her account, it sounds as if that trip took more effort than the American effort to put someone on the moon. But today, in less than 2 days, I can move clear around the world,
New photo, for my birthday.
More about what I’m doing during my R&R in Hawai’i.
A quick re-cap of what I’ve been doing on my R&R in Hawai’i
You can download it here: The Arrival at the House
65 hours and 13 time zones later, I have completed the secret mission. I made it to Hawai’i and surprised my family by ringing the doorbell late on a Friday night. So, if you need me, I’ll be at home. Yes, I’ll blog more about this later — sneaking out of Iraq and to your house is a pretty neat trick, I think.
The kids and I made one last Mini adventure today: Ka’ena Point Satellite Tracking Station. Me, at the far point. If you remember, about a month ago the kids and I went to ride bikes at Ka’ena Point State Park and had an awesome time. When we were doing that, I noticed some odd structures up on the ridge above the point itself — one of which looked like a giant golf ball. Look for the golf ball. Today, we went to that golf ball, and to pretty much all of the other stuff up there. A guy I