Email to Jodi, operator of absolutearts.com, to remind her that my blog was
missing but scheduled to appear today- March 11, 2005
You're a doll. Thanks. You know, I'm
really impressed with the corporate ambiance of absolutearts.com. Great job,
don't know how you can keep it all maintained, especially with blogs coming
due every so many days! You all must have great energy and dedication for art.
We fellow artists thank you kindly.
I'm sorry about the family getting the
flu bug. Where do you live? Still got snow?
OH YEAH, BABY, there's viruses here in
the tropics too. Let me tell you my tale-
I'm now 59.5 so going through my 2nd
mid-life crisis. Maybe the reason for the spiritual blogs for now. Just
retired from the disco dance floor since boogie-ing since 1975. The
secondary smoke in those places may yet be my demise.
Well I did OK in the Dec. Honolulu
Marathon. But then I get the crazy idea, first time in my life - the crisis
- to run a marathon every 3 months!!!! The next one is March 20th, the
sparsely participated Hilo Marathon on the Big Island of Hawaii.
Country. Rural. My wife and I ship out of Honolulu on the 19th, then at 5 am I
take a bus to nowhere and get dumped with the other sparse runners on a beach 26.2
miles out. When I reach (staying positive) the Finish Line she said to cell
phone her at the hotel pool and she'll come fetch me in the rental car - if
she didn't have too many Mai Tais!
So I better bring cab fare.
The Big Problem is running another
marathon so quickly after one completed is new for my (aging) body. I
was disappointed to find out it took one whole month for the ligaments, knees
and muscle strains to disappear. One month shot in training for the next.
Then, Jodi, I know you can empathize as you are down and out right now, I got
the local flu. Shit, and I had a flu shot like a good senior citizen
should. Ran through it (but lethargic and no energy), and got caught in the rain and wind
here). So I got a relapse, a worse bronchial congestion with that hacking cough that
keeps one up all night, not that I didn't need the sleep! My wife left
She slept with our daughter downstairs
and so far she's been lucky. Her Vegas business trip came and went in the
middle of the duration of my coughing bugs all over the house. Strong
woman! And she needs to stay that way as I still entertain a lingering
So that's 2 months shot with inadequate
Now this ordeal in no longer on the
horizon but coming towards me like a freight train and I'm the paralyzed deer
in it's head light.
9 days to my personal D-day!
But I have modified my goals, forget
this time shit, macho thing, bringing along my digital camera like a good artist
should and plan to capture wonderful rural scenes making it back to Hilo town.
This will the be best photo documented Hilo Marathon ever - well, no competition,
there is no other online :=).
What's a guy to do with a looming 26.2
miles payable in full in just over a week? Today, my "day off," I made the
commitment on survival instincts and did my "homework."
I'm proud of myself, not knowing for sure what the total mileage dogging cars
along busy Honolulu highways was until later when I drove and checked the
Glory to God! Was shooting for 18
but got a very sexy miler!!!!!!!! Yeah Baby! (talking to my legs).
I pat my legs to show them my appreciation after very long runs. Yeah,
Wow, 21, no wonder during the last segment of the run my legs were feeling
rubbery; and I thought it was the aging. ;=)
A "hairy" moment happened
to be after the run. As I indulgently drove thereafter to measure
the distance by car, while in the middle lane -with my cool Hawaiian jazz CD
on -my left calf leg muscle started to cramp!. Trying to stay calm as the leg
buckled out of shape, I sharply cut in front of the car in the right lane in
order to get to the curve. The other leg took the cue and threatened to also
cramp. Imagine, driving in the middle lane, and with a tail gater, with both
legs ferociously cramping (and eyes squinting and teeth
Talk about a driving
Anyway I made it- jumped the curve
to keep my car out of the right lane, painfully waited for the lane to clear
so I could get out of the car and walk it off. I was not helped by a middle
finger from the guy behind and other "rubber necks" looking inside
the car to see if they could witness somebody having a heart attack. After the
cramp disappeared, I continued my distance measurement. My rear license
plate holder reads "I do 26.2."
Before I leave this review of an
accident avoided, I want to disclose what was also on my mind as my leg
initiated its "I-want-to-cramp-even-if-it-kills-me." This
happened before on a shorter 7 miler a month ago. I was trapped in the
passenger seat as my wife was driving. We were stuck in downtown traffic and I
was not able to bail of the car to relieve the cramp. So it went full course
through the whole excruciating cycle. For the next few days I was
limping even as I just walked. I could read my teenagers' minds : "Our
old man expects to run the marathon and just look how pathetic he
So as this cramp started, I had
extra motivation to get out that car ASAP, adding to my decision to dart in
front of the car in the right lane close to me. I just could not have
another limp going into the marathon in a few days!
Hey, this spontaneous reply, from one sickly
to another, could be edited into a blog! All it needs is grammar/spell
check and the photos of the beautiful coastline run (and through little
Hawaiian sleepy x-plantation towns) THROUGH THE EYES OF AN ARTIST!
Here's wishing you a speedy recovery.
I told my body I didn't have a choice and to stopping clowning around with the
flu. Maybe you too could shout to the bugs to get lost!