But, like a big dumb dummy, I woke up 30 minutes before the race started and ate a giant bowl of cereal with whole milk (after pigging out on junk food and wine the night before). Needless to say my stomach was in a gigantic knot the entire time. The whole hour and change was miserable. I don't know my time/place, nor do I care.
Scratch. Wash. I'm calling a mulligan!
Next race, I'm half marathon-ing it and I'm waking up earlier.
|Uncle Mundo and his fabulous "backyard"|
|could Koa's face be any sweeter?|
|Kona is so hot and humid, we stayed outside until it got too dark to see|
|We pulled our dinner from the ocean and threw it on the grill.|
This is the biggest Manini I have ever seen.