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 Hawaii
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,
Team Hawaii
prevailed.
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! |
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