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.
I tell people now that I use to run some. I often get odd looks when I say these things. Not that I was ever really a runner, but I put in some miles. Sometimes, I try to explain the link between running and that period in my life – when I was bouncing back and forth between Iraq, stress levels were high, and I was here and there between the islands, the mainland, and Europe and the Middle East. I ran everywhere. There was that day, when we made a trip out to the Seven Sacred Pools at Ohe’o,
“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?”
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 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
After 1001 miles, I am retiring my Nike Pegasus running shoes. 1001 miles — there are a few stories to go with them.
I am active duty Soldier in the US Army. I get to travel the world and have fantastic adventures in exotic places. Death and danger are two too-common themes in these adventures, but the worst was the time I was almost raped by an angry adult bull.
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.
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’m up in the mountains near Lake Arrowhead, and running like a fool. Photos are attached.
All is right in the world. Friday night, we packed out, headed to the airport, and flew overnight to Seattle and on to Eugene. We’re here in OR for 10 days to see the Grandma Sherr and Grandpa Doug for 10 days, with little planned other than a side trip one day to Beaverton for the IBOL World Tour, and a craft day for the wife on another day. I, though, needed needed to get in some miles. 20, to be exact. So, this morning, we all got up and had some amazing waffles at a local place (mine
I ran 18 miles today, including 2200+ feet of ascent. I did it in a little over 3 hours.
I made it through another week, injury free. That, though, is getting tougher as the lunar month comes to a close this week and the moon goes away. Running it darkness can be awesome, but it can be tough on ankles. After five weeks of running, I am .29 miles ahead of the training plan. Not too bad. It’s always give and take with me — lots of little days of just a pinch more than required, and then the one or two days where I come up short a mile or two. My shortfall was the other week