I've spent most of this tropical winter trying to get back in shape here in Honolulu. I've decided to share my weekly racing adventures as I compete in the local road race scene. On Saturday, I woke at 6 a.m to drive to Pearl Harbor to compete in my second 10K in two weeks. The visitor center at Pearl Harbor was quiet when I got there with only a few runners milling around. I would soon find out that the race was one of the least organized events I've ever participated in. Examples: No mile markers, fewer than 100 people, different starts for some runners and T-shirts from the concession stand. The course was brutal. It ran through a grassy area, over the hilly bridge and onto the Ford Island where we ran along long, unshaded runways. I could feel the sun melting me. But I still got a sense of pride as I ran on the same ground where American soldiers were once attacked. I finished the race in a slow 44:37, 7:12 pace. Next week: A 5K on the other side of the island.
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