Lost in Hawaii
The Hartford, the company that’s been so good to me and the US Paralympic Team over the years, sent me to Honolulu late last week to represent at three speaking gigs. I’d be lying if I said I didn’t like this job.
While there wasn’t a ton of time to play, I did spent some quality hours with my very good friend Joel Sampson and his family. Joel—a congenital right foot amputee—and I met at the Gimpy Triathlon World Champs in 1998; we’ve been thick as thieves ever since. We kinda look alike, too, and ten years back when a woman approached us at a night club and asked if we were brothers, we each yanked up our respective pant legs and said we were Siamese twins attached at the foot. She swallowed it…clearly after swallowing a lotta liquor. Sh then professed to being intimate once with an amputee “and it was allllllright.”
Dropping it back into third…
I spoke to a group of insurance brokers at The Hartford office on Thursday, then to the entire staff at ProService, a local payroll company, on Friday morning. The focus of the trip was a Friday afternoon talk with the National Association of Social Workers Assurance Services, Inc: NASW-ASI. This final presentation was a great fun and ended with wonderful questions along with an invitation to visit some women transitioning out of prison; I had to decline due to other plans, regretfully missing what I would expect to be some seriously stimulating conversation.
I talked up going on a long trail run the following morning; I was fortunate that the president of ProService was a runner and he pointed me in the direction of a gorgeous, fairly technical, muddy, duck-under-humongous-ferns trail that weaved along side of whatever mountains backdrop Honolulu.
Round trip was 3.5 hours and 15 miles. I’ll need to keep not only keep training hard, but race hard at least once more in the next few weeks—I discovered while on this trip that last weekend’s 50 plus kilometer trail race wasn’t fast enough to qualify me for Comrades Marathon. Looks like I’ll be marathoning somewhere soon…
(Speaking of the run, if you’re the least bit into fitness—or reading—you gotta read Born to Run by Christopher McDougall. I finished it on the flight home and was so fired up when I got home that I ran 20 miles yesterday at a pace 20 seconds faster than any of my recent long runs.)
Joel came to get me and we headed back to Waikiki Beach, just across from the Hyatt Regency where I was staying.
I made a solemn attempt to paddle board with limited success. After 30 minutes the paddle was dropped back at the beach in hopes of surfing-surfing but the lack of waves turned my quest into a float fest. Joel and his kids, Lauren and Carter, were also out there floating around in the sunshine so there was little to complain about.
Until dinner … when it finally became clear why my hands felt so naked: my wedding ring now resides in the same waters where Sharon and I honeymooned and where we lost our surfing virginity …
In the end, with the theme I drilled into the audiences over and over again in the previous days—”Make your adversities work for you, not against you”—Sharon and I have already agreed to renew our vows a scant five years into marriage with the diamond I’ve yet to buy her and the replacement ring the fine folks at J. Albrecht Jewelers in Boulder will be happy to sell me. They’re cool like that.
