Big Island, Day 2

Half-Marathon Day!  First thing, you want to know how we did:

Amanda

2:34:32, 11:48 pace

131 out of 170 total

71 out of 93 females 

11 out of 17 20-29 year old females

This means that I got beat by a who bunch of old ladies.  I was feeling pretty good about my time until I realized that.  I also got beat badly by a PREGNANT lady who was probably like 6 months along.  My first thought is, "good for her! Staying active while pregnant!" Then my second thought is, "geez lady, you're making the rest of us look bad for sitting on the couch for 9 months."

Tyler

2:35:46, 11:54 pace

135 out of 170 total

62 out of 77 males

11 of 13 31-39 year old males

This means that I beat Tyler.  I have mixed feelings about this.  I often complain that Tyler is just in shape.  He doesn't have to work out, he doesn't have to watch what he eats- he's not skinny because he doesn't eat... trust me, we'll buy ice cream, and I'll have my one bowl a week, and then the next week, when I want to have another one, the HALF GALLON will be gone.  He plays soccer just fine when he hasn't run at all since last soccer season... last year.  He can lift heavy things, go up and over the fence in our backyard like it's nothing, and he's really tall... just to spite me.

So, I'm really glad that I beat him, but I'm really annoyed that it took me 5 months of dedicated training in order to be just barely faster than what he can do when he just rolls out of bed.

However, Tyler was really sore afterward, and kind of cranky about it.  All he wanted to do was sleep all afternoon but we'd already checked out of the B&B.  Thanks to all that training, I ate a banana and then was fine.

I tried to find us a beach to relax on for the rest of the afternoon until our flight to Oahu that evening.  We got lost for a bit and found this park with this huge banyan tree.  I was smiling and smiling for this picture, and Tyler was taking forever trying to get the whole tree in the shot.  As soon as I stopped smiling to ask what the heck he was doing, he took the picture.

We couldn't find the beach we wanted, (in fact, I'm fairly sure the big island is a little short on so-called beaches.  I didn't see a speck of sand the whole time we were there.  Maybe they're over by Kona?) so we decided to go to an ocean pool.  It said that it was heated with geothermal energy from the volcanoes, which sounded neat.  Plus, it was a pretty drive to get out there.

Turns out an ocean pool looks like this.  It had sides and a bottom that were concrete, but it opened to the ocean at the top.  I braced myself for the stinging salt water because I was all chaffed from the run, and aside from that I thought it was quite pleasant and warm.

Tyler... remember how I said he was cranky?  He didn't want to get in, I told him I felt lame swimming around by myself, so he got in and sulked.  He complained that the fish were nipping at his legs, but I think he just got spooked by this sign.  He got out, I floated around for a while, we tried to nap on the grass, but I wasn't tired and there was a birthday party with screeching children nearby.  We showered at the spigot and headed out to the airport.