Kona Chronicles: Part 3
Kona is a vortex; or, perhaps, it’s vacation in general. My awake hours account for about 18 hours of each day in which I have been spending 90 minutes exercising and 2 hours working. I have not seen a TV, read a newspaper, browsed the internet, done housework, taken care of the dog or cooked a meal. Clearly, I am not busy. Yet, the time here flies like I am. It is truly vexing. Perhaps it is the fact that every task seems to take twice as long as it should. The beauty of not racing is that I don’t care. I have no particular schedule to follow. It doesn’t matter if I skip a meal or spend too much time in the sun or walk too far.
The house at which I am staying is a coffee farm. I was half hoping that coffee beans would be in abundance, overflowing in every cabinet. Alas, much to my chagrin, that was not to be, as all of the beans were given away in the last harvest.
|Coffee trees and farm animals.|
Yesterday, I swam the course and then did a short run with Team JZ. Everyone seems to be relaxed, which is a good sign. Pre-race nerves are natural, but a relaxed nervous is imperative to a good race.
|Happy faces before the run.|
Somehow, breakfast materialized into brunch, as we did not eat until 11. And, right there, is a perfect example of the “vortex”. We swam at 7, ran at 8:30, and then what the heck did we do until 11? I do know that I was terribly disappointed to arrive at Huggo’s, a restaurant that serves potent coffee that I can only assume is laced with speed based on the reaction that I had the previous day, and find that they were closed. I was looking forward to another cup of their coffee that got me so amped up 6 hours later I was still talking at warp speed.
Instead, we made the requisite trip to Lava Java, the most in vogue spot on the Island during race week, a perfectly good reason not to go there. I was pleasantly surprised by the haste at which they took my order and served my food considering the length of the line.
|The Lava Java coffee was good, but not Huggo’s good.|
We did manage to spend some time off of Alii Drive and away from the race mania. A trip to the cliffs and the beach were the afternoon activities. We did some video taping for our Race Ready Coaching website at the cliffs. The backdrop was perfect. My hair was not. The humidity and salt air have combined to create a chemical reaction that doubled (tripled?) the circumference of my hair. We kept patting it down and then tried various hair ties. Eventually we gave up and just let it do its own thing.
|Yup, I am in a two piece. And, my hair is a planet.|
The color of the water at the cliffs is something you see in movies. The contrast of the blue water and the black lava is stunning.
|Seriously, doesn’t it look like someone dropped in blue dye?|
People do actually jump off the cliffs. I am not a thrill seeker, so I just watched in awe laced with a little fear.
|This guy jumped from a low level. Another guy was doing back flips off the top.|
We spent a pleasant evening with a group of friends who gathered to celebrate Teresa’s birthday.
|I despise leg photos, so here is mine.|
|Nothing to say here.|
I fell into bed, exhausted and confident that I would sleep all the way to 4:30. Nope. I was wide awake at 3:30.