Lots of beach runs in North Kihei. Our place was across the street from the sand, about 40 yards.
Aside from the aborted Haleakala Volcano Sunrise Run, I had a blast. Incidentally, I found out before the trip that there was a race up the volcano, 38 miles, so I was hoping to be a last-minute substitute on a relay team. Then I was told, 'no, it's not a relay, it's a solo run, and it's entirely self-supported.'
As in, no one handing out water or food or anything. And 38 miles from sea level to the 10,000 foot summit.
Maybe next time.
But I did get some nice pix on the drive down.
|Taken from 9,500 feet; that's Kihei and the Pacific Ocean in the distance|
One of the more memorable beach runs was a series of sprints followed by a plunge into the waves. Unfortunately, I forgot that it's better to dive under the water than try and stand your ground. Once I scraped myself off the bottom, it felt like I had been punched in the pancreas.
Also took a spin class at a local gym (training for an August Half Ironman). The instructor was a short, squat, native-looking woman with a very thick accent. I had a hard time understanding her over the pounding music. But I did learn the nastiest word in the English Language:
As in, 'crank up the resistance a level.' Or two or three. She'd yell "Level" whenever she wanted us to work harder, which was often. Physics dictates that what goes up must come down, but I swear this instructor didn't follow Newton's Laws. It was all up.
I hate her.
And left my favorite running hat at the gym, a stupid little $10 Nike cap that I've had for years. Salt-encrusted, sweat stained, and I was crushed to lose it. Put me into a deep depression for a couple of hours. Then I ran back to the gym at 0600 the next morning and they still had it. :)
As for pleasant island sounds; do you remember a M*A*S*H episode where BJ mentioned a book called "The Rooster Crowed at Midnight?" Kihei is a fairly residential area, and lots of people have roosters to wake them. Except these suckers can't tell time.
Or maybe they can. I heard them every hour it was dark. So much for sunrise.
Almost forgot: there's a new superhero in town. It's a bird...
It's a plane...
It's Lobster Man with the Cycling Tan!!!
|Nick's crispy thigh|
Only it wasn't from cycling. You can clearly see the Maginot Line at quad midpoint: everything north is courtesy of Big Beach in Maui, everything south (or above?) is Central Oregon.
Four days later, I'm starting to molt.
It's all good.
A little side trip Part I
A little side trip Part II