I keep telling myself I’m going to start blogging again and I have very good intentions when I write a new post and then months go by and……crickets…..hopefully now that race season is starting up again I can get back on track. Not that what I have to say is very important or anyone reads this stuff, but it’s fun when I keep up with it.
I haven’t raced since October! That’s a long time to go without racing when you love to race! I ran part of the Honolulu Marathon with AJS and decided to call it quits early and spent the rest of the morning walking with RR, while she was taking her 6-week break from running, so that doesn’t really count as racing. A lot has happened since then and I’m excited to get back on here and start writing again.
The short version: wake up wayyyyyyy to early, drive to town, warm-up, pouring down rain, laugh about it, run soaking wet, drenched and happy, get a PR, catch up with friends, eat a malasada, drink some coffee, head home to spend the rest of the weekend with friends from out of town.
An early season race to get ride of the cobwebs: The Hapalua,
Hawaii’s Half- Marathon.
This was the second year of this race and they formatted it a little different
than they did last
year. Basically, they invited 3 super fast Kenyan runners once again, the
reigning world record holder, Patrick Makau, (2:03:38), Jimmy Muindi and Nicholas Manza. In the Chase, the best
local runners from
get a head start on some of the best professional runners in the world. The
elites will chase down the local guys and girls to the finish line. In the end,
I woke up early, 415 for a 6am start. It had been raining ALL night long and I woke up to no rain, but wet roads, no big deal. As soon as I started my drive over the Pali into town it started pouring, still not concerned, it ALWAYS rains driving over the Pali and wouldn’t you know as soon as I dropped back into town the rain stopped. I found a parking spot, attached my number, grabbed a GU and some water and started walking to the start. I ran into a few friends on the way and decided to get in my warm up with them. I tried to convince one of them to run with me, but he didn’t like my plan so he bailed. No biggie, I was planning on running alone at my own pace anyways!
I get to the start line and it’s about 5:55, five minutes until go time, they start singing the national anthem and………the skies open up….it starts pouring. I have never been caught outside in such a downpour in my life. The rain pellets were HUGE and they totally water-logged me and 2000 of my closest friends. The only thing left to do was laugh; I was soaked, completely drenched and ready to run! At least I didn’t have to worry about dodging rain puddles in the streets I was already so wet it didn’t even matter.
|Dry and blissfully unaware that we were about to get soaked!|