I’m watching the Australian Open as I type this, by the time I’m done we’ll probably know whether Roddick or Cilic wins. But, go Roddick! Yesterday my brother and I recorded the Saints-Vikings game to watch in the evening after we’d finished all the day’s activities. In the final minute of the fourth quarter, the score was tied… and then the recorded show stopped. Suddenly all the shouts and yells resounding around the courtyard a few hours prior made sense. We missed the overtime completely, I logged on to Twitter and we were happy with the outcome.
I really like being in Hawaii. Obviously the weather, the beaches, etc., are way better than Seattle this time of year, but the part I am really starting to appreciate is the great community spirit here. Maybe that’s what “ohana” means (other options from my Hawaiian repertoire: mahalo, aloha, nene bird, kokua?). I’ve been here for barely a month, and I have workout partners for every day of the week, 3 offers of a place to stay (even though I already have one!), and tons of people to ask for help and advice. Everywhere I go, I seem to see a friend or make a new one. It’s pretty awesome.
Yesterday, I joined the Boca Hawaii “coaches ride” for a jaunt over the Pali and loop-de-loop all around the windward side (including stretches of Old Pali!). One thing I SUPER like about this ride is that they go way hard, but then regroup and wait for everyone else. No one is left to fend for themselves, even though people are trying to tear each other’s legs off, it’s not malicious nor a big-you-know-what contest. I had a blast, even after my right shifter broke and left me in the 11 for the last 20-ish miles. There was one guy in the group that I didn’t know, I started babbling away asking questions and being normal. “Are you a triathlete?” “Trying to be…” “Oh you went to Auburn? Is that in Birmingham, Alabama? I’m doing a race there!” “No, it’s in Auburn.” “Wait, you swim 100k a week? What?!” Yes well. Turns out it was John Flanagan. Then I saw him at the pool today and was like “OMG you are the famous John Flanagan! I saw you on TV! I mean, internet TV. You are still famous. From Ironman!” Whatever, it was kind of awkward but the good news was, when I saw him at the pool, I had finished my workout and was no longer wiggling and flailing my way down the pool (i.e. “doing backstroke”) when he walked in.
Aw, Roddick just lost. I am a bit sad about that. Time to go to bed and rest up for tomorrow – day 9 of waking up before 6 a.m.!
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you swim 100k a week?
i think on each of my blog posts, your aim is to see how stupid a question you can ask.
of COURSE i swim that much! why do you think i am so tan, grumpy, and unavailable! sheesh.
no. i am literally confused how you can swim 100k a week. i thought about it while i was on my trainer. do you swim 10 days a week? do you swim double days? when are you biking and running? how long does it take you?
i swim like 10k a week. so, then i decided maybe you put in an extra zero. or i suck.
ok well anyway, i actually swim 15k a week. john (the guy i was talking about and linked to who is a good swimmer) used to do 100-120k a week when he was a swimmer only. i guess at 10k a workout and with double days, you’d reach that number kinda easily if you’re really good.
maybe you need that newly invented sarcasm punctuation mark.
What a great place to train. Oh I wish…