Here's the post that brought me back - I'm part of Susie's blog today and it links to my first ever podcast experience. Literally - being in one, listening to one, none of this has happened before. I haven't listened yet. I'm a little afraid.
The good thing about my total lapse in blogging is that I will stick to the highlights. The highlight of this year so far? Wanderlust at Turtle Bay. When they asked me to coach the running portion last fall, I didn't hesitate to say yes. Four days at Turtle Bay, accommodations included, paid for my time, and access to every class and event at the festival for me and one assistant? YES.
I had heard of Wanderlust, but never participated. I yoga. Sometimes. I get on kicks where I'll practice a couple of times a week for a month or so, and then I forget. I am a believer - I believe it is good for the body and mind, that it helps my running through flexibility and strength and a break from too much running, and that I should be practicing regularly. I just forget for a while here and there.
I sort of filed Wanderlust away and went about my business. I have been running, but not training. Three marathons last year left me a little mentally drained and unwilling to make any set plans/goals for this year. And then suddenly it was upon us. I'd submitted class descriptions long before, and knew I was committed to two runs each day, and that I'd chosen to make the morning class, when it's cool out, the specific one, with classes on form and efficiency, tempo training, and two interval workouts. The afternoons were going to be hot, so I made these the fun, exploration runs.
At Turtle Bay on the North Shore, there are really only two ways to go. In the morning, we ran on the dirt roads and trails towards Kawela Bay, where the SUP yoga class was often underway.
We found a nice field by the horse stables for drills, warm-ups, and planning our workouts and paces.
In the afternoon, we ran out on the trails towards Kahuku. This Hawaiian Monk Seal, one of only about 1,100 left in the world, made for the perfect turnaround point when she had the first known baby seal of the year out at the point.
My trusty assistant brought up the rear of each run, drove the truck around to make sure we had water in all the right places, and even came to yoga with me.
The days were filled with running, new friends, and at least one yoga event per day. There was also surfing, eating, and napping. By day four, runs number 7 & 8, coffee was all that was keeping me moving.
The classes were amazing. Hard. With live music or DJs, in huge ballrooms or outside on the point.
And I mean really hard. At one point, we thought we were done and then the instructor told us to step or jump to the front of our mats and I heard a quiet fuuuuuck no. Yep, it was this guy:
Eight runs in four days, plus some yoga was a lot for my non-runner other-half. So you can imagine how stoked he was when our friend Ralen showed up with a beach cruiser late on day three.
I made some fun new friends. faced the public speaking demon twice a day, and was pleasantly surprised to have a big turnout at the runs. I did hear We hear you can take us to the baby monk seal. a few times, but whatever it takes to get people running, I'm in!
In the end, my assistant was Wanderlust road kill. And I'd go back to Wanderlust in a heartbeat. They're all over the world - check it out if you can.