Part of me misses the running. Part of me misses the chance to get out and take photos, like this one – looking east over Pearl Harbor.
Back in April, I retired a pair of Nike Pegasus running shoes (here). I had put over 1,000 miles on them. Yes, one thousand. 1,012, actually. Good shoes, they lasted pretty well, and it was splits in the fabric along the sides that eventually did them in. I was pretty pleased with that pair. 1,000 miles – that seems like a good amount for a pair of shoes, all the more so when I thought about how Nike and the shoe businesses would like me to replace my running shoes every 300 miles. Sure, I wasn’t running barefoot, but
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 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
After 1001 miles, I am retiring my Nike Pegasus running shoes. 1001 miles — there are a few stories to go with them.
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.
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,
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
Took the trash out just now. Came back in to get the camera.
Off from work, I headed out for a short run today. After loading my iPod and Garmin, I opted at the last minute to grab a camera as I headed out the door. And I’m glad I did. I ended up taking close to a hundred photos over the 50 or so minutes it took to run the 5.25 miles. Photos are on Flickr, here — only a couple of them are restricted to family / friends. I also fired up Google Earth and made a file about the run — and embedded links to some of the photos.
K and the kids and I headed off this AM for coffee with the Hawaii Mini Motoring Club. I’d been in touch with some of the gang online, so it was a chance to say hello and put faces to names, and to ask a ton of questions. Today was, apparently, the smallest gathering in known history. We counted maybe 15 or 18 Minis. Last month, they did a drive across the island — 51 Minis. While there, a few of the folks said, “Oh, you should go drive up to Tantalus. It’s really pretty.” So we did. K
The kids and I drove up to the North Shore, to go to Ka’ena Point State Park for a bike ride. I had crazy hopes that we’d actually ride all the way out to the point there, but we didn’t even come close. Knowing that the “road” from the south had washed out some years ago (great description of that route, here), I figured / hoped we’d do okay on the dirt road on the north side. And by road, I mean something that looks like this: There’s always been a road around the whole island, it’s just that