The inaugural run of the 6@6 Club took place yesterday as scheduled. Including Ivy and me, five runners laced up and ran. We even took on an ambassadorial role of showing our guest runner from CA the beautiful land on which we get to run everyday.
5 runners at our 1st run
Despite the minor hiccup of not finding the mile-8 marker of the HM route as our starting point, we had a perfect run. The weather was nice, our legs strong, our pace conversational. Three of us ran the whole six miles; two ran four. We finished just before nightfall, and enjoyed the view of the great Pacific with some post-run Maui Gold pineapples.
till next week…
The run was sheer exhilaration. I must admit that having worked a long day prior to our run, the fleeting thought of bailing out, though fleeted, entered my mind. I am glad I did not succumb to my inner loafer because I am certain that somewhere along the 5th mile up the hill, I experienced the elusive runner’s high. Whether it was the thrill of running with new legs, or the anticipation of a carb-loaded post-run meal, it was a moment of perfect euphoria.
Evening of stout beers
legs pumped with carbohydrates-
strong, fast run at dawn
One day after announcing the 6@6 Clubtm to some friends,
So to mitigate their fears of running too much too early,we’ll attempt to adjust a little for our first club run without compromising our name–
-Start at mile 8 (of the HM route) up on Diamond Hd Rd, park along the lookout
-Continue on DH Rd, passing mile 9
-Turn down onto 18th Ave
-Turn down onto Kilauea Ave, passing mile 10 (in front of the mint-lawn house)
-Reach Aloha gas station across from Kahala Mall(that’s near mile 11)
-Return to start
For those of you who haven’t run this route before, I promise you that this will be a fun run. This chunk of the HM route is, in my opinion, the best part because
1) our starting point has a gorgeous view of the expansive ocean, a community garden right on the slope, and plentiful eye-candy (surfer dudes and Japanese girls in skimpy bikinis, whichever you’re into),
2) as soon as we start, we go downhill,
3) after the road levels for a bit, we go downhill again until mile 10,
4) the mile 10 mark lies right by a house with a mint-lawn, and with a little breeze, your senses are energized by a whiff of minty freshness. Now yes, if there are all those downhills, we will have to go UP in the reverse, but by then your quads will be all warmed and ready to try out those hills.
The problems with joining a running club are that we have to run on their schedule, run at their pace (I guess we don’t, but then we won’t look cool), and pay a fee.
The pros of joining one include cool(max) uniforms, runners who know what ‘fartlek’ really means, a big cooler of gatorade, bananas, GU gels waiting for you at triangle park up on Diamond Head Rd, and most importantly, someone will still be running with me (or Ivy) on our faltering dedication days.
There are not many running clubs here on Oahu. There are the big ones like the Mid Pacific Runners Club, or the less intimidating Niketown Running Club, but somehow Ivy and I just stuck with each other to run.
After reading a very inspiring article, The 7 at 7 Club (TM), in the April issue of Runner’s World, I was very…inspired. Two middle-age men in Brooklyn started their own running club. The “grassroot nature” of a running club, in Sullivan’s words, is “about getting the other guy out there running so that he will do the same for you.” Well, Ivy and I do that for each other most of the time. Before we started running together two years ago, Ivy only runs between August to December. We now run throughout the year, cloudy or shine (that’s right, we still don’t run when it rains). But we’ve been having one too many ‘faltering dedication days’ that as we near August, the official start of the marathon training season, we need to expand our running circle in hopes of fortifying our will to get out the door each morning.
And so, without further ado, let me introduce you to
Other than that general rule, I have nothing else for now. Suggestions are welcomed, and we need not be zealots about the number six, or it will become cultish.
Ivy and I usually run three times a week, either M, W, Sat, or T, R, Sat. We don’t run fast. When we’re not in training, we often talk too much (often about food) that it’s hardly a run. Once we start our training plan, we aim for a 9:33 to 9:42 pace (not exactly, I chose those numbers instead of a rounding 9:30 to 9:45 so that you’ll think I know the exact science of pacing. It worked, didn’t it??).
We may not always run six miles at 6 a.m., but I’ll call it that just because the Brooklyn guys do the same. Yes, I’m blatantly copying the guys’ idea, but I see it as a tribute to them because their idea enlivened me.
It’s been 8 months since I signed up for this blog space. At the time I felt a need to jot down my thoughts on running and my thoughts during running, hence the blog name. But almost immediately after I signed up for the space, named my blog, and selected a vibrantly verdant template, all thoughts ran away. I had nothing to say.
Between then and now, my running partner, Ivy, and i went through a rather lacking season of marathon training. We were both under-trained for the event. I crashed the local marathon, running the first 11 miles of it then headed for the car which I had strategically parked at 3 a.m. that morning. Ivy hit the wall or pulled something by mile 20, and ran her slowest marathon.
Since the beginning of 2008, she has run two races, I, just one. The 10-K Pineapple Run back in May proved to be a fruitful race. We ran a rather satisfying time, I made fried rice and dessert with my pineapple, and my eagerness for training was renewed.
Despite the reinvigorated gusto for pavement pounding, life intervened, and we just couldn’t seem to get our routine down. It’s been months since we’ve done any interval runs at the track or tempo runs. I feel embarrassed each time I log my runs in the training log that it is another “easy” run of two times around the park. Our long runs on Saturdays are no more than the 4.6 mile Kahala loop.
As an eternal optimist, I learn from past failures and anticipate a stronger, faster training season.
A self-diagnosis of our failed season revealed several issues:
1) our faltering dedication to training on our own when the other is out of town, and in the past two years of training together, one of us always go on these long trips right before the marathon,
2) bad timing for vacations,
3) our faltering dedication to training when it rains,
4) our faltering dedication to training when one of us simply doesn’t feel like running that morning.
A typical scenario of #3 & #4, which happens much more frequently than #1 and #2, goes something like this:
Background– 5:45 a.m. is the normal time for Ivy to call Winnie to say that she’s leaving her apartment to pick her up.
On a #3 or #4 faltering dedication day, Ivy calls at 5:15 a.m.
“Hello, Ivy,” answers W in a husky voice.
“Is it raining on your side?” asks I, clearly still in a supine position.
“Hmmm, the ground is wet, but it’s not raining at the moment,” says W without opening her eyes.
“Oh,” I replies in a disappointed tone, “are there clouds?” I asks hopefully.
“well, yes, there are always clouds, but yea, they look pretty dark!” W says smilingly still with eyes closed.
“okay, tomorrow then,” I says with relief.
“tomorrow then,” W hangs up before she finishes the sentence.
We need to join a running group.