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Some Marathon Pictures

Here are some pictures of the marathon we took with a disposable camera, and by request a picture of the most injured toe, taken today. This is the nail I am going to loose, sorry if anyone's squeamish. Notice the color difference between the two . . . gross. Good thing is I have lost all sensation in it so it no longer hurts!

This is the phantom "1k to go sign". This is my friend Catherine and I on the bus to the starting line taken at 3:45 a.m. Notice we were already soaked from sprinting two blocks and then waiting for the bus in the pouring rain.


This is the crew that I went to Oahu with. My two crazy and extremely lovable friends who decided to do the marathon with me (neither of them did much training either) Catherine & Jeff. Jeff is the only one who looks nervous, and he's also the only one who'd ever done a marathon before . . . He knew what we were in for.

This is Catherine at the 21 mile marker. She looks so cute and happy! By this point we had split up and believe me when I passed this marker about 10 minutes after her, I was in no mood to smile for pictures. She's a trooper.

If you look closely you can see how far people are lined up at the starting line. It was insane. We didn't get the memo that we should've been wearing reflective clothing, apparently we were the only ones!

This is the Honolulu Marathon symbol. There were huge signs along the course with this guy next to six foot tall cups of water reminding us not to get dehydrated.

Hope you enjoyed, there's another couple of disposable cameras that haven't been developed so I'll post again if theres more good ones.

Pat I Miss You!

Pat, I apoligize in advance for posting this picture. For some odd reason I really like it. Possibly because we look like such lovelies . . . hmmmm. I am just missing Pat as he is in Utah and California this week and wanted to blog about it. I should be left alone more often actually because I have been quite productive. The laundry is done, the house is clean, I am even finding time to blog. Just goes to show how distracting it is to have a husband as handsome as this! I have also reconnected with some old friends, Harry Potter, Ron Weasly and Hermione Granger, we've been having a lot of good times together in Pat's absence. I have even resorted to taking pictures of my bruised toe and sending them to Pat in a pathetic attempt at getting some attention. The gist is that I MISS PAT, but I am glad that he is with the family "freezing his eyeballs" (yes, a direct quote from his mouth) I wish I was there too. Enjoy the time you have with everyone becuase it always goes by too fast! Love you all!

The Marathon

"The Marathon" This is a course map of the Honolulu Marathon. It's beautiful along the water most of the way.

To everyone that wasn't already aware, yes, it's true I am oficially a crazy person. On Sunday I ran the Honolulu Marathon. Yes . . . all 26.2 miles of it. And those of you who know me well know that I was entirely unprepared to say the least.

I have a few reasons why I wanted to run a marathon; #1. is seemingly the most rediculous now that I have actually completed a marathon . . . "I thought it would be fun." (yes, I've already admitted that I am crazy) So on to #2, I DON"T run. I have always felt like I just am just not built to run. Like I'm too tall, but with legs that are much to short for my frame. I have felt as if I am lugging a wheelbarrow behind me when I run. So you may ask why? Why would someone who hates to run decide to do a marathon? The harder I think about this the more I am giggling at my own warped logic and thought processes that led me to sign up. Let me try to explain; yes, I hated to run, but it was something I needed to get over. It was one huge mental block that kept me from doing things that would be good for me. It's something I've realized in the last few years of my life, if I face, and overcome things that I am afraid of, I enjoy life more fully and have experiences I never would've had, and wouldn't trade for the world. #3. I have caught the triathalon bug, and while I am comfortable swimming and biking, running was my Achilles heel in my mind. I felt that if I pushed myself to do a marathon, thenI would overcome the feeling I have that "I just can't do this", and it would be replaced with more confidence to attempt races I would've been too paralyzed with fear to do.

So those are some of my biggest reasons why, but truly it always came down to "I thought it would be fun." Silly me.

So my friends that I went with and I got a wake up call for 2:30 a.m. Sunday morning. And we did have to reconfirm twice, that yes we really do mean a.m. We actually slept relatively well, and got about 4.5 hours of sleep. We woke up and ate Power Bars, then when we were decked out in our Marathon gear went down to our hotels 24 hour resturant and ordered bagels. At this point I wasn't that nervous only because I had no idea what I was in for. We filled our pockets with this amazing stuff called Gu. Sounds appetizing I know but it's acually gel-calories that keep you going and are easy to eat when you're running. We took a few pictures and then went to the lobby of the hotel to walk the two blocks where we would catch the 3:45 . . . yes a.m. shuttle to the starting line. It was pouring rain, so we acutally ended up sprinting to the bus stop, where we were forced to wait in the rain, but it got us warmed up and ready. We got on the bus and you could literally feel the anticipation building the closer we got to the Ala Moana start line. Imagine almost 30,000 people lined up to pass through a starting line that is the equivalent to three traffic lanes wide. Then as the 5 a.m. start time got closer the noise in the crowd noise rose almost to a yell, and then at 4:55 the fireworks started. It was so surreal to be there in the dark hours of the morning with 30,000 other people who are all about to run 26.2 miles, and the fireworks exploding and reflecting off the water (we were right on the beach), I will never forget it. Then the cannon went off and we started to move. My dear friend Catherine that I did the marathon with looked at me just as we started to jog and said "I guess we're doing this." I guess we were.

Amazingly the first 11 miles were awesome. My friend and I ran together and we were pumped. It was however pouring rain on and off, so by mile 2 I just stopped trying to avoid the puddles because my feet were officially soaked through. At about mile 6 we decided to put on our iPods, which was perfect because we'd already established a pace that was fast enough that we were making good time, but slow enough that we weren't breathing hard enough not to carry on a conversation. I swear, my new iPod (that was a Christmas present from my Dad specifically for the marathon, thanks Dad!) knew what I was thinking. Just as we started to climb the steepest hill of the course, the Gnarls Barkley song "Crazy" came on and I couldn't have said it better myself. It was exactly what I needed and I was feeling great. The whole way up the hill I was high-fiving the volunteers and just having a ball. Miles 9, 10, 11 were fun. Mile 12 is where I started to feel my legs & 13 was good because just as I was starting to get tired I knew that I was halfway! I was really amazed when I saw the big "HALF" sign, and that's when I started to venture and think "I may actually be able to do this!" Good plan Jess. Shortly after I began to feel my feet. The had started to swell from being wet and trapped in shoes, which you all know I never wear anything but slippers (flip-flops to you mainlanders). At 16 the pain in my feet set in with such a vengance that I hit a mental brick wall. That's when I had to walk, and the better part of mile 16 was spent in quiet terror of me wondering how I would make it back. At 17 I started to push through the pain in the feet, and began to convince myself that I could make it because the milage that I now needed to cover to finish was in the single digits. It was the silliest things that kept me going throughout the race.

It was amazing how many emotions I went through in the space of 26.2 miles. I went from crying when I passed a lone woman spectator with a sign that said simply "You Are Amazing", it touched me so deeply then and I don't know why. I also ran angry a lot of the time, really angry. I have never been a violent person and I've never punched anyone besides my brother and sister when we were little (sorry you two) but at mile 24 one of the volunteers yelled out "you're almost there" and I wanted to punch her. I am being brutally honest and I hate to admit that but I did not feel like 2.6 more miles was "almost there." Every step by this point was agony and I really thought I was going crazy when I found it actually hurt less to run than it did to walk. At that point, where you are sure you cannot take one more step, you don't want to be told that you are almost there, when obviously you are not. Tell me I am almost there when I am close enough to the finish line that I can fall on my face and at least one part of my body will land on the other side of it. That is when I am "almost there." It was funny because I sheepishly admitted this feeling to my friends later that night when we were talking about our experiences and my admission was met with laughter becuase at one point or another we had all experienced this misplaced anger at a unsuspecting volunteer. Of course even though I felt like telling her I was in fact not almost there, I only had the energy to smile and a little wave.

I rounded a corner and found myself looking at a sign that said 1k left to go, and I was utterly confused and too tired to care or try to figure out how impossibly far 1k was, when I saw it. Looming in the distance . . . the finish line. The last "1k" was a blur and I think the only thing that got me through running that last bit was the knowledge and the promise that I could actually see the point at which I could take my shoes off. Funny how after 26.1 miles it was no longer about finishing a marathon.

The feeling of elation and joy didn't set in until later that day. I was truly amazed by the kindness and generosity of the volunteers & spectators that day, it made me feel connected to strangers in a way that I wish we could feel more often as humans. I'll never forget as I was wandering through Waikiki disoriented and in so much pain, with the blood trails still visible down the backs of both shoes and socks that an old woman waiting at a bus stop approached me and said "Dear are you alright?" I told her I was just looking for my hotel and she pointed me in the right direction. She put her hand on my arm and escorted me the block before she said. "Now darling how long was your race?" When I told her it was 26 miles (I left off the .2 even though those .2 were significant enought that I thought I may not make it), the look on her face was priceless. She just patted my arm and said "You're amazing." And then all of a sudden I was at my hotel. I said thank you to my after-race angel and met up with my friends.

What I realized is that marathons are a metaphor for life. Even for those who think they are preapared, the going will always get tough. It is a testament to the human spirit that when you are in so much pain, and your body is telling you that you absolutely cannot, will not take one more step, from somewhere inside yourself you find the strength, and you keep moving. One step after painful step, but at the end you know instantly . . . it was all worth it.

Will I do another marathon? . . . absolutely.

After it all, my number one reason for siging up for a marathon turned out to be right. It was fun!

If you want to see some of the professional photos go to marathonfoto.com (Honolulu Marathon 2007, just enter my last name and bib #11239). When I get my pictures developed I'll blog again, but no more novels I promise, just pictures. If you've made it this far into reading my account of a marathon, you have the heart to do one too. So anyone who wants to join me . . . we have a date in Honolulu one year from now. Love You All!

I Couldn't Resist

"You're Rosalie - Image is important to you, you want to show off your best assets, and you have a lot of them- you think! You are also intelligent, which many people might not expect since you seem to be all about looking pretty. But deep down you're caring person that wants what most people in life desire: to be loved."

So I really couldn't pass this one up. I have to confess that in the past I have taken the Harry Potter "Which House Are You In" quiz . . . actually if we're being honest here I've taken it multiple times . . . to my dismay, and no matter how many times I re-took the quiz reciting the mantra "what would a Griffindor do?" Apparently, I am a Hufflepuff thru and thru. I was so dissappointed that I wasn't a Griffindor that until now, I remained silent about the results. When I took the Twilight quiz I was a little put-off by the results . . . Rosalie . . . really? There's nothing like a little reality check to make you think twice about your self-perception. Oh well, maybe it's time to start embracing who I really am, Rosalie or not . . . "deep down you are a caring person!??" I hope not too deep down!

The Tour Continues

Starting with the guest room, you will notice the bank of windows on two walls. This affords the best crosswind throughout the day and night. At night you are lulled to sleep by a constant soft wooshing sound. It is heavenly. All of you should stay in this room and enjoy. The strange photo of the computer is actually Pat's study done in a desert "fresh praline." The strange photo is because I wanted to show off these cool windows.





There are two bathrooms, but I forgot a picture of the master bath, but it is strangely the smallest bathroom. The main bath is long and lovely in beiges and white, with plently of magazines provided.


The master bedroom is a tropical green with the cutest furniture Pat and Jess found at a place called "Bali Agga," which imports furniture that is so exotic and beautiful. Everyone should stop in to look at this store when they come. Some of you will notice that Jessie and Emily have the same bedspread. Cool huh!!! Good taste runs in our family obviously.

The blue room is a haven the color of the sea and just waiting for more visitors than they have presently. So, I guess this means the Robinson clan should start planning the next full family get together at Pat and Jessies. I hear the Weiher's are coming for New Years, lucky them.

So, goodbye for Roy and Catherine from Waikiloa Village on the Big Island. We will miss the view from the porch, but mostly we will miss the warmth and love and fun of Pat and Jess, who we adore and miss sooooo much.

All Are Welcome!

Welcome Everyone!

Hi - I'm Catherine, Patrick's mom, and I'm guest blogging this week in order to introduce everyone to Pat and Jessie's new home. Get ready, cause you will see beauty, personality, and style. Oh.................I was talking about the new house. But of course, Jess and Pat have all that and more.zz

Jessie is hoping this porch soon will host a swinging chair or hammock. Patrick feels that this is structually a little shaky. To see who wins, tune in to future blogs. Further note: the master bedroom is the window farthest away and looks out over the valley and I think a hint of the sea.

Meet Alfred, the couch. He is comfy and luscious and accomodating to all shapes and sizes. Meet _____, the GIANT flat screen t. v. Names can be submitted to comments, cause let me tell you, this t. v. is a real presence and deserving of an appropriate name.

This is the new Pat. I'm not talking about the new kitchen table, but the new "Dry Dock Captain Patrick." During dry dock in order to be respected by the Old Salts at the harbor, Pat tries to look as rough and seasoned as possible. And for all of you who held dreams of "Captain Pat," it is "Captain Patrick or Robinson," also to increase respect and fear and trembling. Oh.....did you notice the adorable kitchen?

Well, this is just the start. Next blog...down the hall and to the bathrooms and bedrooms. See Ya Soon.

Okay, we were just missing everyone, the rumor is that Em and Josh are in California and it is just not fair that everyone gets to be together. This is a pitiful cry for comments...remember I'm lonely and besides my wife is to cute to deny!!!

New House

This tree has the prettiest flowers. It's outside the master bedroom window.

This is the backyard. It's HUGE!

I love this tree. It's right next to the garage.

Our little ocean view off the lanai, outside master bedroom.

The lanai.

Isn't this just the cutest kitchen? It's so bright!

More kitchen.

The front of the house, I couldn't figure out how to turn it.

Here's some pictures of our new house! We are sooooooo excited. Now we have plenty of room for everyone to come visit and be comfortable (hint hint). Love you all!

I know it has been way to long, but the real reason that I have seemingly left the face of the earth is because of the women in my life. Yes I did say women. To be exact there are actually four of the them, and just above is the biggest drama queen of them all. Sorry Jess. At 65 feet, she has devoured all of my time, thought and action, in a manor that is most befitting of her, she demanded it.
Even in the face of a hurricane, she still waddled out of the water, and as here full weight came to her, she sat down on her self and crushed both hulls. She only has to realize how truly massive she is every two years, and she was very clearly demonstrating that she was no more fond of it then I was. Not long after that we stepped her mast, and I found out that unbeknownst to me, that I could hold my breath for just over the two hours that it took to safely lay the 100 feet of aluminum and all included rigging on the ground at her feet.
Most of you know that my boating life started at 21, from a more then clean slate, and at 24 already a Captain and "Chief Engineer" (it still sounds silly), my seemingly upward moving career somewhere took a hard left and found me and my boat planted firmly on dry ground. It has been an interesting acclimation for me, and I think for Judi as well, (the owner of Ocean Sports.) She comes down every day just to check in, point me in the right direction, and to the right people. The thing that I find most interesting, is that every time I get dressed down by one of the mainstays in the yard, which inevitably happens two to three times daily, I always feel her floating that direction, listening intensely as if making sure that her dreams and visions have been placed in the right hands. I still don't know the answer to that question, and I don't think she does either.
I find myself in a land of men who have been doing their work twice as long as I have been alive, directing mostly older crew members, and leading around, welders, machinist, master glassers, fabricators, mechanics, harbor masters, electricians, painters, company owners, and all life long sailors explaining the ins and outs of my boat and exactly what I need and how we can figure out the best way to accomplish everything in a drastically short amount of time. Although overwhelming, I have figure out a trick, as soon as the boat is hauled out of its more welcomed surrounds, I stop shaving. By about the Fourth day I have just enough to call a beard, and it seems that I fit in a little better. Believe it or not it seems that a few of the real salt have taken a liking to me, although they would never admit and I would never point out, I think that they think of me as the next generation, a protege of sorts. Just as Judi I feel that they even without knowing are looking for the right people to carry on traditions and things held dear that reach back as far as time. Traditions that were built on the foundation of a need to find a place to belong. For some of us I guess that place must be the sea, or drydock, in our own turn.

Missing In Action

So . . . I should start with an apology that Pat and I have been missing in action for a few months now, but we're back, and determinded to keep in touch. We have both been so incredibly busy, me trying to adjust to having two jobs, and Pat having completed one "dry-dock" and having another coming up very soon. As many of you know we have also been on a serious house-hunt, hopefully will have some news about that very soon. The gist of it is that we miss you all so incredibly, and I vow to get better at blogging and keeping in touch.
The only free time that I've had in the recent weeks has been devoted to Harry Potter (to Pat's dismay), but I have been sooo into it. I just finished Deathly Hallows the night before last and of course I loved it. I have been sneaking peeks every few days at Angie and Catherine's blogs, I know I am sooooo lame for not commenting, but I have been loving them. I promise to go back through and add all my comments now that things have calmed down a bit in my life.
I posted this picutre of my sister and I last year when it snowed in California . . . in March. Amazing but true. It has been seriously hot here . . . I've been dreaming of wearing a parka and playing in snow, and this picture always makes me happy.
I love and miss you all, and I won't let it be this long again.

Triathalon Pictures

Some of the professional pictures taken at the triathalon I did are up on the internet. I still haven't rounded up my friends pictures yet, as soon as I do I'll put them on the blog. But if you want to see some good action shots go to hawaiiphotoman.com - then click on events by date, 2007 races, Kukio Challenge respectively. The pictures are grouped into categories and I am in - Kukio Swim # 272, Kukio Run # 383, Kukio Finsih # 634-638 (I am a little disappointed that I don't look nearly as tired or beat-up at the finish as I felt), there are also some gorgeous picutres of the race site under Kukio General # 073-094. Take a look and let me know what you think. It was an amazing experience that I wouldn't trade. Miss you all!

Kukio Challenge

Today I did my first "triathalon". It consisted of a 1/2 mile swim, 3 mile run and 4 mile paddle. And I finished . . . Second to dead last. I truly can't believe that I finished it, because more than once I said to myself, I'm done, I have no more. I had to dig deep for this one . . . really deep. I finished so far behind that they had already taken down the bouyes that marked the end of the paddle. But, almost last gets some serious cheers. I remember watching Ironman a few years back, the race starts at 7 am and at 11pm people are still crossing the finish line, and the people who cross just before the 12am cutoff are the most fun to see finish, they are the people who you know had to dig really deep to get there. This triathalon was only minor, and everyone does it for fun, the money to enter goes to a "protect the beaches" type of foundation, but to me it was a huge accomplishment. I been too scared to try so many different things in my life, and finally I said to myself, I have always wanted to do something like this, what could it hurt to just try? What's the worst that could happen, "I come in last?", or second to dead last?. I love staying fit, and being out in all the beauty that this island has to offer, and too often I forget get caught up in work and school, and don't enjoy it. So I decided fear is no longer going to hold me back, and why not start with conquereing a fear at the top of the list? Then the road only gets easier from there right? So I entered and spent the last week in pure, intense fear. But it's over and I actually finished. It was so hard not to give up when outriggers are flying, literally flying past me as my arms and back ached. The final half mile I had the water-patrol jet skis on each side of me encouaging me and telling me, "you're almost there" when I could see with my eyes I was not almost there, not even close. But I didn't give up and I finished, and I feel sooo good! So, on high from the race my small accomplishment, I suggest to anyone who will listen to conquer a fear, you'll never feel dissappointed if you try, and there will be one less thing (on hopefully an already short list) of things in your life you wish you'd done.

I will post some pictures of the race, and my very haggered looking self very soon. I have to collect pictures from people because in my emotional turmoil before the race I forgot my camera.

Maybe next year we should get together a family relay team ehhh? Abbie . . . I know the run would've been a cake-walk for you . . . (just think about it) we could kick some serious booty, and maybe not come in second to dead last. Love You All!

A Grill For James

I remembered as I was going back through old comments on our blog, (aren't they just the most fun?), that I never sent James a picture of the grill on uncle Pat's truck. So, this one's for you James, I am sorry I couldn't figure out how to make it straigt up and down, so everyone has to look at it sideways, but here it is. I miss you guys all so incredibly! Hope you like the grill!