One year ago tomorrow, I arrived in Kona for the first time. I had no idea what to expect. A wide open slate of opportunities and adventures to fill in my life.
In the past 12 months - I've now been in Kona for a total of 8 weeks. 2 months out of the 12. Guess you can say we like it here.
LOVE the water. Although I do catch myself thinking, "it would nice to be dry for a day". Not sure if I really mean that or not. Because, I go to the water every day. And I get in the water. The whole "dry off" thing - it just a thought. Truly, I think, if it were up to me, I wouldn't ever be dry. That's the problem, I have to dry off.
LOVE the weather. It's perfect. EVERY single day. Every single day that I was here for 2 months. Where we are living (the coffee region), it rains every afternoon and some nights. Everything is SO LUSH. (Of course, the Kokies and Mosquito's are bad. Hey, it can't all be perfect in paradise.
LOVE the people. The locals and the tourist. LOVE the whole experience of them all.
This of course is not the real world. Or is it? I work. I play. We don't have hockey or anything "organized". Organized is what the real world is - "lessons, schedules, etc". Lily has swim team M,W,F - she has a bit of a schedule. The rest of us (in this group), not so much.......
Nolan and I are wrapping up two weeks on the island. He pointed out, this time last year, the trip was almost over. (The boys were here 15 days, me 31). He said it would totally stink if we were leaving on Monday (like we did last year). I said, are you ready to go home? "No way" not even close. I'm not sure it's because he's been an only child for 2 weeks. Or if it's the facts he's got a girl and doesn't want his brother to show up and for her to like him better. Who can blame him. There is nothing like a first crush, nothing like a first heartache.
4th of July is my FAVORITE holiday. Absolute favorite. It's a "no guilt" holiday. There are no presents. You don't have to go see anyone. You don't have to please anyone for this holiday. PLUS, I love fireworks. The fireworks here are in the ocean. A year ago, I sat on the rocks in town and watched the fireworks.
This year (I have a fiscal year - July 1 to July 1), has been a good year. I'm a very fortunate person. I fell in love, I got my heart broke, I recovered, I had fun, lots of joy and I"M BACK IN KONA for the summer.
I love this weekend. Always have. I moved to Colorado 20 years ago tomorrow.
I started in recruiting 19 years ago tomorrow.
I went into labor with Nolan 13 years ago tomorrow.
And a year ago, I set out on a journey expecting nothing. And my, oh, my did I receive so much more......
Saturday, June 30, 2012
Ramblings and firsts
Last year, I wrote a blog on "firsts" and the "firsts" we keep having on the island. They continue - and not necessarily adventures, but both adventures and moments.
Some ramblings from this side of the world:
Some ramblings from this side of the world:
- It's funny how you can see yourself in pictures and not really care that is how you REALLY look in a bikini. For all you out there - WEAR it proud. WEAR what/how you are comfortable. You look better than you think. I don't think I've thought that before. Or maybe I should just cover up
- There is truly nothing like watching two kids like each other. I'm not talking true love. I'm not talking about forever. I'm talking about you and me liking each other. There are no "real world" friends around. And when you and me are 13 years old, there are no words. There are no words when parents are around. Yes, Nolan will talk to me. Lily will talk to me. Nolan and Lily will not talk to each other if anyone else is around. To see them on the raft together, in the back of the pick up or running down the street - it's a story filled with words and laughter.
- Nolan is SO self-consciences of his size. It breaks my heart knowing there isn't anything I can do to help this situation. However, his self confidence continues to inspire me.
- Our waiter at "happy hour" tonight looks all of 12 years old. Okay, he looks older than that, but younger than Duncan (whom is 14), He comes back to our table and says to Nolan "I hear you did the half marathon on Sunday. How was it?". Really. Nolan has a conversation and Dylan (the waiter) leaves. I wonder who told him? How did he know? We did ask, but the answer didn't matter. Nolan and Dylan spoke about looking young and he told him, he would like it someday. And when Lily arrived to join us, well, I saw Dylan give Nolan "the wink". It's fun sitting at a table with a rockstar.
- I'm not sure and I really don't want to know, but I think there was a first kiss. (last summer - it was truth or dare kiss - a spin the bottle type of kiss). And if even there wasn't, in the history book of life, can we just give them this moment?
- I took the stitches out of the bottom of my foot today. First time for stitches - first time to remove stitches.
- I'm 43 years old, I thought I was slowing down on the "firsts" I have. I just want to keep having the adventureous type......
It's a Lion, It's a Tiger....
No, it's Mahi, It's a Marlin, It's an Ahi - NO, it's a SHARK!!!!
Holy cow batman - we caught a shark today.
Yes, a big shark - the kind you see in aquariams - the real ones. Or on a movie. Not off the freaking boat!!!
I met a couple back in February named Lance and Georgie. Georgie suggested I go fishing with the guys the next day. I did - I'm the type of person whom shows up if you invite me. Please don't invite me if you don't mean it, I don't have a "no thank you" filter. Especially when there is an adventure involved.
When I got back to town two weeks ago, I called Lance to let him know I was back in town. Asked if they could meet for drinks or if he was going out fishing.
Monday he called and said they were going out today. Nolan and I went.
There were 7 of us. And a dog (not Dakota - our house dog) - Roxie. She even wears a life vest.
We caught 7 "aku" (I could have this one wrong) and 1 "ahi" (a little one, with half the filet in my fridge). We take one of the live "aku" and "live bait it". In other words, there is a live fish on the line with a hook through it attached to the line on a big reel off the boat. The line is then attached, to a rubber band. When the rubber band snaps, the captain (Lance) then speeds up the boat - and SNAP, we hooked him.
Now the next part, for me, was hysterical. It was like a bunch of little girls on the boat. I was up top, looking down at it all. Lance is yelling what to do to everyone below - everyone is scrambling.
All I could think was, "where is my beer - this a show, I'm ready to watch". Nolan is sitting next to me and that exactly what I told him. Hang on, here is a show.
We saw the "fish" jump up a couple times. Each guy had a different thought on what it might be. Whatever it might be, it was freaking heavy and fighting.
Back and forth. Back and forth. Ahi, Marlin, Ohno, 45 minutes later everyone is still going through their rants. Then all at once....... The whole boat, in unison - "SHARK".
The moment it saw the boat - about 10 feet away - he was gone. STRAIGHT down. The line snapped and the game was over.
And as disappointing as it is not to be eating Tuna for dinner, it was WAY cool to see a 7 foot 400 pound shark on the line behind the boat.
Holy cow batman - we caught a shark today.
Yes, a big shark - the kind you see in aquariams - the real ones. Or on a movie. Not off the freaking boat!!!
I met a couple back in February named Lance and Georgie. Georgie suggested I go fishing with the guys the next day. I did - I'm the type of person whom shows up if you invite me. Please don't invite me if you don't mean it, I don't have a "no thank you" filter. Especially when there is an adventure involved.
When I got back to town two weeks ago, I called Lance to let him know I was back in town. Asked if they could meet for drinks or if he was going out fishing.
Monday he called and said they were going out today. Nolan and I went.
There were 7 of us. And a dog (not Dakota - our house dog) - Roxie. She even wears a life vest.
We caught 7 "aku" (I could have this one wrong) and 1 "ahi" (a little one, with half the filet in my fridge). We take one of the live "aku" and "live bait it". In other words, there is a live fish on the line with a hook through it attached to the line on a big reel off the boat. The line is then attached, to a rubber band. When the rubber band snaps, the captain (Lance) then speeds up the boat - and SNAP, we hooked him.
Now the next part, for me, was hysterical. It was like a bunch of little girls on the boat. I was up top, looking down at it all. Lance is yelling what to do to everyone below - everyone is scrambling.
All I could think was, "where is my beer - this a show, I'm ready to watch". Nolan is sitting next to me and that exactly what I told him. Hang on, here is a show.
We saw the "fish" jump up a couple times. Each guy had a different thought on what it might be. Whatever it might be, it was freaking heavy and fighting.
Back and forth. Back and forth. Ahi, Marlin, Ohno, 45 minutes later everyone is still going through their rants. Then all at once....... The whole boat, in unison - "SHARK".
The moment it saw the boat - about 10 feet away - he was gone. STRAIGHT down. The line snapped and the game was over.
And as disappointing as it is not to be eating Tuna for dinner, it was WAY cool to see a 7 foot 400 pound shark on the line behind the boat.
Wednesday, June 27, 2012
You know you're a local when......
- You avoid town on "Cruise Ship Wednesday"
- OR you spend as much time as you can in town that day, just to people watch
- Your son complains of all the "tourists" at the beach
- It's actually possible to schedule something around sunset - without worrying that you will miss the sunset.
- Someone asks if you have a house here - and instead of explaining the whole crazy situation, you just say "yes"
- you say you live in Holualoa to the clerk to enter your address, you don't have to spell it for her. (good thing, not sure I knew how to spell it)
- We actually "own" our own water sports equipment
- We are not quite so "white"
- You shower outside - or with complete strangers at the beach
- You change clothes in the parking lot - and never show any extra skin.
- You have to listen to you iPod in the car, because you know Bob Marley or some stupid love song will be on the radio otherwise
- You can give someone directions to your house - in the dark, in the rain and they make it to see you.
- Mahalo comes out instead of "thank you"
- You see a Rooster in the middle of the road, you speed up......
Happiness is......
- a sunset
- a day at the beach
- laughter
- finding a piece of beach glass
- letting kids ride in the back of the truck - on the side roads, well cause it's fun.
- floating in the water
- Hula Hooping on the beach - regardless of what everyone else thinks.
Tuesday, June 26, 2012
She finished well
Another moment in life.
While training for my first marathon, during the end, it was brutal. Brutal in that all I wanted to do was cry. Everything made me cry. My periods stopped. Every song on the radio made me cry. EVERYTHING made me cry.
Stop it. Stop crying. Save those tears. Save them for the finish line. The finish line - IN THE OLYMPIC STADIUM in GREECE in ATHENS - you know the moment you have been waiting for. THEN, you can cry.
Had it under control. In fact, SO under control - the moment finally happened. I ran 5 hours. I'm in Athens, Greece and NOTHING. NOTHING. No feelings. No emotions. NOTHING. The only thing that entered my mind? "Holy Shit. I did it". Seriously, all I could do was cry for the last 3 months and at this moment, here it is, all I get is "NOTHING".
That was the finish line.
What I forget, and you didn't know - were the two moments that did make me cry. Not at the finish line, just along the way. Those unexpected moments in life that make you cry.
Mile 18. My arm was chaffing. And I couldn't get my chaffing cream open. I'm standing at mile 18, asking the medic to cut open my cream. We are in the middle of Greece. We finish it all - I'm ready to go. He's says to me: "Carry On". What? I say. ' Carry On". Carolyn and I have always said that to each other - no matter where you are, what you are doing, or whenever you need me: "Carry On" - I'll come get you. And here is this complete stranger medic guy telling me to "Carry On". He had said it twice, I smiled, and knew Carolyn was there with me. I can make it now.
Mile 9.
I can tell this story better than I can write it. This moment changed my life forever. I know, "I could NEVER do that". WHATEVER, it is. I'm here to tell you. YES YOU CAN. I said the same thing. I can't do it. I don't want to. THERE is the difference. It's okay NOT to want to do something. YOU CAN DO IT. You have to want it.
I'm at mile 9. I look up. And suddenly, I don't know where he was, but suddenly he was in front of me. In all pink. A pink shirt. Pink Hat, Pink socks. You know, the pink. The pink. And it says on the back of his shirt in big bold letters "SHE FINISHED WELL".
I only hope she knew how much he loved her.
It still makes me cry.
While training for my first marathon, during the end, it was brutal. Brutal in that all I wanted to do was cry. Everything made me cry. My periods stopped. Every song on the radio made me cry. EVERYTHING made me cry.
Stop it. Stop crying. Save those tears. Save them for the finish line. The finish line - IN THE OLYMPIC STADIUM in GREECE in ATHENS - you know the moment you have been waiting for. THEN, you can cry.
Had it under control. In fact, SO under control - the moment finally happened. I ran 5 hours. I'm in Athens, Greece and NOTHING. NOTHING. No feelings. No emotions. NOTHING. The only thing that entered my mind? "Holy Shit. I did it". Seriously, all I could do was cry for the last 3 months and at this moment, here it is, all I get is "NOTHING".
That was the finish line.
What I forget, and you didn't know - were the two moments that did make me cry. Not at the finish line, just along the way. Those unexpected moments in life that make you cry.
Mile 18. My arm was chaffing. And I couldn't get my chaffing cream open. I'm standing at mile 18, asking the medic to cut open my cream. We are in the middle of Greece. We finish it all - I'm ready to go. He's says to me: "Carry On". What? I say. ' Carry On". Carolyn and I have always said that to each other - no matter where you are, what you are doing, or whenever you need me: "Carry On" - I'll come get you. And here is this complete stranger medic guy telling me to "Carry On". He had said it twice, I smiled, and knew Carolyn was there with me. I can make it now.
Mile 9.
I can tell this story better than I can write it. This moment changed my life forever. I know, "I could NEVER do that". WHATEVER, it is. I'm here to tell you. YES YOU CAN. I said the same thing. I can't do it. I don't want to. THERE is the difference. It's okay NOT to want to do something. YOU CAN DO IT. You have to want it.
I'm at mile 9. I look up. And suddenly, I don't know where he was, but suddenly he was in front of me. In all pink. A pink shirt. Pink Hat, Pink socks. You know, the pink. The pink. And it says on the back of his shirt in big bold letters "SHE FINISHED WELL".
I only hope she knew how much he loved her.
It still makes me cry.
Monday, June 25, 2012
My moments
I ran the same race as Nolan on Sunday. Nolan is 12. He will be 13 a week from today. WE ran a half marathon - he finished in the top 100. He's 12. The youngest participant in the Kona Half Marathon. I finished - with 9 stitches in the bottom of my foot.
Lily and Al ran the 5k - because of us. Al has always been a runner. Lily, she's a swimmer. A really good swimmer. They both placed first in their age division for the 5k. Lily won a $60 gift certificate for the running store. This was her first 5k.
Al ran Nolan in - They were waiting for him. Nolan ran 8:36 minute miles. AVERAGE. 13.1 miles. His first. If he would have run the 5k, he would have placed 1st in his age division too. But, he's done one of those before.
It was cool to see my son on the corner, as I turned to run into the finish line standing there with his medal on. Waiting for me, at the finish line.
After the race - the after party, the awards. People watching. We got our picture taken with "Uncle John" (founder of the Kona Marathon). (Oh, and in Hawaii you don't call anyone Mr/Mrs - you call people Uncle/Auntie) We are still waiting to see if we made the island blog. Then the radio DJ got Nolan on stage to congratulate him on being the Kona Marathon's youngest half marathon participant. It was fun, at least for me.
As we all know, the moments that usually mean the most to us, come from some place out of the blue. The place we least expect it. That surreal moment that surprises us:
Lily and Al ran the 5k - because of us. Al has always been a runner. Lily, she's a swimmer. A really good swimmer. They both placed first in their age division for the 5k. Lily won a $60 gift certificate for the running store. This was her first 5k.
Al ran Nolan in - They were waiting for him. Nolan ran 8:36 minute miles. AVERAGE. 13.1 miles. His first. If he would have run the 5k, he would have placed 1st in his age division too. But, he's done one of those before.
It was cool to see my son on the corner, as I turned to run into the finish line standing there with his medal on. Waiting for me, at the finish line.
After the race - the after party, the awards. People watching. We got our picture taken with "Uncle John" (founder of the Kona Marathon). (Oh, and in Hawaii you don't call anyone Mr/Mrs - you call people Uncle/Auntie) We are still waiting to see if we made the island blog. Then the radio DJ got Nolan on stage to congratulate him on being the Kona Marathon's youngest half marathon participant. It was fun, at least for me.
As we all know, the moments that usually mean the most to us, come from some place out of the blue. The place we least expect it. That surreal moment that surprises us:
Nolan passing me at mile 7 (it was a loop) - made my day
Seeing Nolan waiting for me.
Seeing Lily 2 feet later waiting for me too
Seeing Al looking for me at the finish line
Getting drinks bought for us at Huggo's for completing the race
Petra
Petra and her daughter were from Vancouver. Petra came in second the 50 - 59 half marathon. Her daughter was 28. Nolan was laying on the ground. Petra says to me, "he kept me going". Huh? Pointing to the kid on the the ground. He took off fast, and then we got into a rhythm - Nolan paced at 8:36, she at 8:39. "Every time I thought about slowing down, he was there to keep me going". There were tears in my eyes. Petra and her daughter do races together. Petra and her husband have traveled the world doing marathons, triathlons, etc. In fact, they are doing the "7 continents" goal - a marathon on each continent. Oh, I went to Greece with "Marathon Tours" - Oh, we went to somewhere with them too...... Of course you did, circles get smaller all the time....
They leave, we leave. We are all walking to our cars. We run into them again. Petra turns around and says "I just told my daughter, we are going to see them again". And I can't put into words what she meant, or what I felt, but yes, I will run into this person again in life. You know, that random person you meet once and then again you meet randomly AGAIN. On a plane, a boat, or maybe an island......
For a moment.
For a moment.
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