Ten years ago I made myself a promise.
I was going to run a marathon a year for ten years starting with 2001 Honolulu Marathon.
This is the second week of a series that follows my journey that ends with the 2012 Honolulu Marathon.
I’m planning to also tie the marathons with my writing, but I can’t think of any comparisons…
(OK, I can, but I'm spreading the wealth... there’s fourteen weeks left and I’ve only done nine marathons, so I’ve got six "extra" weeks J)
Weekly Training Status Update:This Week’s Current Weight: 207
Last Week’s Previous Weight: 211
Existing Excuse For Weight Gain: (HA! None needed.)
Miles scheduled: 9
Miles ran: 6Current Conclusion: I suck
How did I get started was a popular question and it’s all because I wanted to shake up my then-yucky life.
I had a friend called Dennis who died of AIDS in the late 1990’s, so when I researched the various charities who would help volunteers run, I decided to run (raise money) for a Los Angeles-based AIDS research group.
When the hundreds of us met for orientation, we were all asked to run three miles at our own pace. This I did, and found myself in a group of about twelve people from all different backgrounds and ages.
We met as strangers, but as time ran by, we became friends and all but one went on to finish the Honolulu Marathon of 2001.
As mentioned last week, I nearly popped my Achilles tendon and was forced to quit the training, but I did raise the required money for the group, so the main goal was achieved.
Oh... one other, small thing happened after I hurt myself and bailed out of the marathon, but continued running with the group. (I needed to figure out if I wanted to complete a marathon…)
One of our gang, Tracy, invited one of her friends for our Saturday group run.
This friend, Sylvia, ran with us for only three sessions. On the last Saturday, she asked if I wanted to go on a blind date with one of her friends (who liked Irish accents…)
Why not, sounds like fun, and it’s only a blind date, right?
The blind date in Long Beach, Calif., turned into courtship and nearly eleven years later, my wife and I are married more than eight years… and what happened to Sylvia?
Happily married herself, she was the U.S. Army doctor in charge of discharging our third son after he was born here in Honolulu.
|Yo, Papa... Your head is so shiny, I need shades!|