Mostly cloudy, low 60's
I ran a marathon training run today, 26.5 miles from home south across the plateau then east around
Mt Pete and back home again. I accidentally turned off my GPS for a mile and a half after I crossed
Hwy 410 so wasn't sure of the distance until I got home and could measure it on gmap-pedometer
. The run took me a little over 4 1/2 hours, not
counting a couple of yard sale stops. I didn't quite make it home. The boys needed a ride over to
UPS so they picked me up when I had just a third of a mile to go. I was very hungry and thirsty at
that point but I'd called ahead to have them bring me sardines, bread, a tomato, some leftover
zucchini and a couple of bars, along with bottles of water and orange juice. Once home again I had
cherry pie and ice cream for desert. Not an ideal post-run regimen.
9/04/2008 Summerland hike
Sunny, 60's Route Photo Gallery
Mount Rainier from the Sarvent Ridge east of Panhandle Gap
Hikers on the Trail
Gentians at Summerland
Snowfield and Tarn
Crisp sunny fall day was forecast so I made plans to go hiking, decided on Summerland because I
didn't want to drive too far and I did a hike in the Snoqualmie pass area just last week. I planned
to hike up to Panhandle Gap then follow the ridge to the east up to the Sarvent spires. The views
of Rainier from the meadows east of Panhandle gap are spectacular on a clear day.
The first couple of miles of the trail up to Summerland pass through fine old forest so I stopped
often for photos then hiked fast between stops to make up time. In the last mile before Summerland
I passed about ten other hikers. They all caught up to me again because above Summerland I made
even more frequent photo stops, mostly for flowers and a couple of marmots. It took me just over
an hour and a half to reach Summerland and almost three hours to Panhandle Gap.
As I was starting up the meadows of the Sarvent ridge I met a couple photographing a big pile of
bear scat. They explained that their 10 year old would find this photo much more interesting than
all the scenery shots. Above them I met another man descending and thought afterwards that I should
have struck up a conversation with him as a possible mid-week hiking partner.
Marmot and Hikers
Snowbank and Runoff
East of Panhandle Gap
I ate lunch on the rim of the cliff looking down east at the Sarvent Glacier. A passage
sharp-shinned hawk soared into view over the meadows below me then circled up, sailed across the top
of the cliff just 10' behind me and dropped out of sight. A moment later he reappeared right below
me and landed back to me on a point of rock just 20' away. Only then did he notice me. He peered
at me over first one shoulder then the other, bobbing his head up and down to get my measure. I had
a wonderful view but sat frozen under his inspection unable to pick up my camera lest I scare him
away. Apparently just the sight of me was sufficient though because within half a minute he'd had
enough and took off again.
As I studied the Sarvent glacier below me and on the map, I decided it might be feasible to descend
it and continue down the valley a bit then traverse over the ridge to the Owyhigh Lakes trail. It
proved doable though a bit dicey in my light hiking shoes with a stout old pine branch for an
alpenstock and potential self-arrest device, using it to cut steps down the steeper section and to
probe the several small crevasse crossings on my route. The glacier appears to be not quite
senescent but even now the lower third to half is bare of snow and rapidly melting out.
I found more flowers in the valley below the Sarvent glacier and in the meadows above the Owyhigh Lakes than
I'd seen on the way up to Summerland. Nice forest too on the way out but the trek from the glacier
over to the Owyhigh lakes and out the Owyhigh lakes trail took more time than I'd anticipated. By the
time I reached the car back at the Frying Pan Creek trailhead the high clouds above the mountain were
tinged with pink.
I ran another Boston qualifier - 3:30:43 - at the Skagit Flats marathon today. I picked up Monte
around 5:45 and May Cheng and Leslie at the South Bellevue park and ride around 6:20. Through
Everett the sky was overcast, good for running, but when we dropped down to the Skagit flats the
clouds burned off. Clear sunny morning, not as warm as last year apparently but warmer than two
years ago when I last ran Skagit. We arrived around 7:15 in plenty of time to check in and get
I had decided to run hard so wore my new Brooks Axiom shoes and didn't carry much weight, just Gu
and my keys in my fuel belt. I started with Guy Yogi, Chris Warren and Jon Mahoney; Guy and Jon
pulled ahead somewhat in the first few miles so I ran with Chris for the first five or six, averaged
7:50/mile. For the next ten I averaged 8:00/mile, somewhat slower due to headwind from about 10 to the
turnaround but a little faster on the way back. After 16 I slowed somewhat due probably to the
increasing temperature as much as anything else. Until mile 20 I ran at a more or less constant,
comfortably hard effort level, breathing 2 in and 2 out with occasional spells of 1 and 2, and with
my heart rate in the low 170's. Around mile 20 I picked up my effort level in an attempt to keep up
with the 3:30 pace runner. My heart rate increased to around 180 but my pace stayed the same,
averaging 8:15 from mile 17 through to the finish. That wasn't quite fast enough to keep up with
the 3:30 pacer and I finished in 3:30:43, exactly 2 minutes behind Chris, 5 minutes ahead of Jon,
who slowed down quite a bit after 20, and 13 minutes ahead of Guy, who had dropped behind before the
I ran a good race and was pleased with my time, especially considering the temperature and sun during
the second half and my relatively low mileage, like under 30 miles per week, for the past 3 months.
Unfortunately soreness developed in the tendon in the front of my shin just above my ankle after the
race, coincidentally exactly one year after the last time I had a problem with it at the Mid Mountain
marathon after hiking in the Wind Rivers.
We flew out on Thursday, got settled into our condo in Wailea, watched the sun set while we ate
supper on our lanai comfortably air conditioned by the afternoon tradewinds. Thanks to the time
change we were in bed by 8:30, easily earning my $10 reward for getting to bed before 10PM. That's
my new scheme for attempting to develop a habit of going to bed early instead of my usual midnight
Susan was still asleep when I awoke at dawn so I stuck my camera in my fuel belt and headed south
towards Makena on an exploratory run. Sidewalks lined with fragrant tropical flowers, golden sand
beaches framed by black lava outcrops, coconut palms leaning over turquoise bays, mynahs and
francolins foraging along the road - we're not in Enumclaw any more. I detoured down Makena road
past Makena Landing, then again down a dirt road with big puddles and scuffed tracks where a herd of
pigs had recently passed. That led me to Black Sand beach soon after sunrise, the famous basalt
sand shaded by overhanging Kiawe trees. My next stop was Big Beach, a long sandy crescent with
signs warning of the shore break - waves breaking right at the beach. I remembered the shore break
from our visit to Maui when Daniel, then only 4 or so, got caught by a wave and almost dragged out
into the big aquamarine ocean.
I decided to turn around at Big Beach so after taking a short walk along the beach I headed back to
the condo. My shin tendon, which had been fine for several days, began to get stiff again and was
somewhat sore by the time I reached the condo. Not a good development, particularly with the
marathon only a couple days away. I'd been really looking forward to the Maui Marathon,
anticipating it as the highlight of our trip. I was also hoping to do a serious hike or two. Now
with my shin tendon sore again, I stand a good chance of not finishing, and may not even be able to
start. Today I was really glum about it. I felt tired all day as well so we didn't do much, mostly
hung out at the condo.
9/14/2008 Maui Marathon
Sunny, humid, 80's
My shin tendon was still stiff overnight last night, noticeable though not painful whenever
I stretched or flexed my foot. Susan drove me to the start in Kahului at 4:30AM. Marathon and
half marathon runners were gathered in a big crowd under streetlights in a parking lot behind
Macy's in downtown Kahului. The air was comfortably warm. I was wandering around when Marie
Zornes recognized me. She ran with me both years in the Tacoma City marathon, aiming for 4:15.
Although she didn't stay with me all the way either year, in May '07 she set a PR of 4:26 so she
was happy about that. She introduced me to her friend Dana Peters whom she met last year at the
Maui marathon. I told them that I wasn't running fast today because of my shin so would likely
see them on the course.
Lining up towards the rear of the starters out on Wakea street I spotted Robert Lopez and Amy
Yanni, in pink and Maniac yellow singlets respectively. Robert was wearing sunglasses, which
reminded me that I'd left mine back in Seattle. I didn't end up needing them, particularly for
the first few miles before dawn. Way up front by the start we could hear some Hawaiian chanting,
then the national anthem, then the crowd was moving. The shin felt OK for the first mile or two.
The night, though humid, was not uncomfortably warm for running but it was a little difficult
to see the roadway. We swept around the corner onto Puunene then turned again onto the Kuihelani
highway headed across the island. I caught up to Marie around the time it became light enough
to recognize her and we ran together for several miles at about a 9:30 pace, walking a minute
after each mile marker. As we approached the mile markers we'd catch up to Dana, who was running
with Bart Yasso from Runner's World. The same Bart Yasso who popularized my favorite speed workout,
the Yasso 800's. Marie introduced me during one of our walk breaks. I planned to continue running
with Marie but my shin began to bother me around mile 4 so I dropped back to walk more
frequently, running fast between walk breaks. That way I hoped to maintain a reasonable pace
while minimizing my actual running time. A guy from Colorado took offense that I kept sprinting
past him, particularly when I stopped to take pictures.
Around mile 6 the sun rose dimly through the haze obscuring Haleakala across the valley. A few
runners began to complain about the heat and humidity. I took a little hike off the road to pee
on some sugar cane and when I got back on the pavement and began to run, my shin felt fine. Strange,
but OK with me. I caught up to the guy from Colorado, Peter Warda I think, and blamed my stop and
go running on my shin. He seemed mollified. We ran together for a few miles and he talked about
moving to Maui and about how each town seemed to have its own character. Paia was a hippy town, as I
recall, Haiku was for farmers and Makawao frequented by cowboys. Somewhere in the hills after
Ma'alaea I lost Peter. The road slices through dark basalt cliffs capped with dry grass glowing
gold in the morning sunshine. I enjoyed the hills and felt good though my tendon didn't particularly like
the downhill stretches.
Much of the second half of the race runs along the water. I was tempted more than once to jump in
but figured I pay for it with chafing from the salt water so held off until after the finish. I ran
for a while with Maniac 649 Harvey Makasone and with a guy named Brian. Around mile 14 Bart and
Marie caught up to me while I was taking pictures so I ran with them for a couple of miles. Bart
used to run much faster but partial paralysis and joint pain from a couple of bouts with Lyme's
disease have slowed him down. My shin was feeling good so I ran mile 16 at an 8:10 pace then slowed
down to take pictures where big Ohi'a? trees shade the road. Back along the shore again, more
golden beaches, aquamarine water, green roadside parks. Stiff glutes and quads began to mask
the occasional twinge from the tendon.
I particularly appreciated the great course support in the
second half. Lots of volunteers wearing bright orange T-shirts offered plenty of water, sport drink
and sponges soaked in ice water as we ran by. Between miles 22 and 24 we ran on Front Street along
the Lahaina waterfront. Fragrant gardens and quaint little shops provided a nice change of scenery
and a few spectators to cheer us on. The tendon began to hurt a little in the last mile but that was
OK with me - I finished!
I wandered around the finish area for a while with no particular objective in mind. They were
serving orange juice to finishers, along with oranges, bananas, watermelon and papaya. The papaya
was a nice touch. I found the medical tent and picked up a ziplock bag of ice to carry around with
me along with my water bottle and T-shirt. I meant to use it on my shin but the tendon had stopped
hurting for a while so I ended up giving the ice to Marie after she finished. I discovered Robert
hanging out with a bunch of Hawaiian Maniacs and found myself a minor celebrity for a few minutes.
Everyone wanted to get their photograph taken with the Programmer. Les Omura asked me to say hi to
Gary Marr for him the next time I saw him; I told Les about going out too fast with Gary at the
Christmas marathon. Marie, Bart and I greeted Dana as she finished then we all walked down to the
beach and soaked in the clear turquoise water. Perhaps not as theraputic as soaking in Puget Sound
but a lot more relaxing.
Bart invited us up to his huge top-floor suite after swimming so we spent the afternoon high above
the beach and the maze of swimming pools between the towers of the Westin Maui. Bart ordered some
lunch and we sat around watching a football game, talking about the race, listening to Bart's tales
of his running adventures. Susan and Marie's husband Tim joined us and when the time came, we all
went downstairs and ate pizza at the awards ceremony. Bart presented the awards because the regular
announcer had left most of his voice back at the finish line, announcing the finishers. He had
barely enough left to translate Bart's words into Japanese; apparently a lot of runners from Japan
come over to Maui for the marathon.
Sunny, high 70's
The day after the marathon we drove out to Hana, stopping along the way to
photograph flowers and views
and to buy fruit from
several stands. Lots of pale yellow guavas on the roadway and lots of very fragrant white and
cream-colored flowers along the road. Most of the waterfalls were turned off, their water hijacked
to supply cane fields and condos. A few miles before Hana we took a detour down the narrow road to
Wai'anapanapa state park where my favorite fruit stands are located - rickety tables laden with
avacados, star fruit and other goodies. Last time I stocked up on avacados not realizing we
couldn't take them home with us. This time I allowed an extra day after our Hana trip, in part to
enjoy those avacados.
Black sand beach
Palapala Ho'omau church
We reached the Bamboo Inn
sunset and ate supper on the deck of the 'Iwa suite as the moon rose between the palm trees. Nice
place, clean and quiet, very restful. In the morning we walked along the basalt pebble beach and up
to the Hana Hale Inn for their continental breakfast, noteworthy for the variety of tropical fruit
they served. They had three kinds which I'd never tried before - dragon fruit, lychee and Jamaican?
passion fruit. The lychee fruit reminded me of a little model of the earth. The thin brown crust
encloses a translucent gray mantle deliciously sweet and fragrant with a small black seed for the
solid core. Dragon fruit is a large crimson prickly pear with somewhat milder flavor and much
softer seeds than the wild prickly pear fruit I found outside of Las Vegas a few years ago. The
passion fruit were sweeter and less intense than the variety we bought in the Kihei farmer's market.
That variety is best diluted with breakfast cereal and milk. We also enjoyed talking with Sarah
about life and politics in Hana.
After checking out we drove on down the road to the little church where Charles Lindberg is buried.
We missed the turn and ended up driving a mile or two further to where the road is closed for
repairs. Spectacular cliff overlooking a long windswept beach. I searched for coconuts but
couldn't find any good ones. At Lindberg's grave two Hawaiian women were selling fruit and
threading Plumeria flowers into lei's. They use a vein from a coconut leaf for a needle, tying the
thread onto one end. They had a little boy, two or three year old, with them. Once he got up his
courage to approach us he took it upon himself to show us around, demanding that I pick flowers for
him (we settled for one flower) and picking up sticks for me to throw off the cliff out at the
point. Several white-tailed tropicbirds were circling over the blue water below us. It's a very
pretty spot - the whitewashed church standing in the sunlight with banyan and coconut trees around
it, the gray basalt gravesites surrounded by short-cropped green grass and patches of ti and
red-flowered ginger, a many-rooted banyan fig in the corner of the yard.
Yellow ginger Hedychium flavescens
Heliconia Heliconia rostrata
African tulip tree flower
Red ginger Alpinia purpurata
Our guide Chavince
Back in Hana we ate lunch down by the harbor and came across Tim, Marie
and Dana eating out in front of Tutu's. Nice to see them once more. We headed back out the Hana
road together but we lost them when we stopped for one more visit to the Wai'anapanapa avacado
Yesterday I awoke before Susan so drove down to Big Beach, walked the beach and
took some pictures
then made the short hike over to Little Beach to swim where I could keep my shorts dry. Before
returning to the condo I explored a little further down the road, past tiny and popular Pa'ako beach
to a big parking lot at the edge of the Cape Kinau lava flow. Looks like an interesting area for
further exploration but no time this trip. Susan was up when I got back to the condo but we hung
around the condo for a couple of hours eating breakfast then helping David with his first college
English paper and never did get snorkeling.
This morning, our last day here, we made sure to get out. We got into the water at Makena Landing
around 7:45AM and spent more than an hour out exploring the reefs both north and south of the small
beach. Susan loved it and could have stayed out all day (I would have had to come in every hour or
so to warm up) but we had to get back to check out of the condo and catch our plane. The morning
was sunny but clouds started building early off Haleakala so we had partial shade out on the water.
Fish weren't abundant but there were many different kinds - we saw schools of yellowstripe and
perhaps blue (blue with yellow fins) goatfish over sand, schools of convict tang just under the
surf, groups of racoon butterflyfish, pairs of ornate, threadfin and saddleback butterflyfish,
Moorish idols (or something similar) and forcepsfish, manybar goatfish, occasional redlip and
bullethead parrotfish, yellow trumpetfish, Pacific gregory, orangeband surgeonfish, yellow tang,
orangespine and bluespine unicornfish, reef and pinktail triggerfish, yellowtail, cleaner and saddle
wrasse, yellowmargined?, whitemouth (densely white-spotted) and snowflake moray eels, little
Hawaiian spotted puffer and many more that we couldn't identify, including the dark one with whitish
blotch at the base of the tail which I couldn't identify on the last trip either. Had I discovered
earlier I might have been able to identify a few more of the fish. Something
else for the next trip.
BTW, I didn't take any of the fish photos - they're all public domain (as far as I could tell) on the
At the airport the agricultural inspection folks confiscated the tomato slices out of our pesto and
sprout sandwiches along with the plastic containers of sliced papaya and sliced avacado. So much for
my theory that cut-up fruit would pass inspection. Cooked items are OK - we were allowed to keep our
steamed green beans.
Mostly cloudy, occ light rain, low 60's Parable of the Talents
Considering the parable of the talents again (Matt 25:14-30) it occurred to me that talents given by
the master to his servants represent the grace that God offers to sinners. That grace is His
unmerited favor through which our sins are forgiven and He counts us as wholly acceptable to Him,
and the power He provides to us to turn away from sin and live in communion with Him. Seen in this
light, the parable of the talents contrasts those who accept the gift of His grace with the one who
receives but refuses to accept God's grace. The servants who accept God's grace bear fruit and
enter into the joy of God but loss, despair and death are the destiny of those who will not accept
I have always equated the talents in the parable with our material and temporal circumstances as
well as personal attributes and abilities by which we benefit in this world, and through which we
are enabled to bless those around us and advance God's work. In that understanding, the fearful
servant fails to use his God-given circumstances and abilities for good and for God and is therefore
condemned in the judgement, while the good and faithful servants use their talents and material
wealth in God's work and accordingly receive God's blessing. It was the unproductive servant's fear
of his master which prevented him from using his one talent effectively. Ironically his master
appears to fulfill the servant's expectation of him in his harsh condemnation of the unproductive
servant's failure to multiply his talent.
I have in the past not found much to encourage me in the parable of the talents. Compared to the
blessings I have received in my life, the blessings I have given seem meagre. "From everyone who
has been given much, much will be required..." Lk 12:48. I've certainly benefitted personally from
both my situation in life and my talents and abilities but I still carry around a sense that I've
not lived up to my potential. In a spiritual sense too I feel that I've been given a good deal of
insight into Scripture and the knowledge of God and have done little with it. I can't help but
worry that God will see my life the same way I do, that He will at some point require much but find
little. Like the unprofitable servant I am tempted to view Him as a harsh judge who will condemn my
lack of zeal and unfruitful life.
Viewing the talents as God's grace provides a different, and somewhat more encouraging, perspective
on the parable. In His grace, God forgives my sins and accepts me as His own, and therefore heir to
His kingdom. In His grace, He also provides power to renew my mind and transform my character
through the work of the Holy Spirit. As I believe and accept both the forgiveness and renewal
encompassed by His grace, I manifest that same grace in my own life, and I share in His joy. The
servant who received the one talent refused to accept God's grace. In Matt 25:25, he tells his
master "I was afraid, and went and hid your talent in the ground; Look, there you have what is
yours". In other words,it is not mine, he says. He refused to receive the gift, perhaps fearful of
the responsibility that would entail. But he is not correct in his accusation of his master as a
hard man, "reaping where you have not sown, and gathering where you have not scattered seed". God
knows I am powerless to do good, and therefore provides through His grace the power and willingness
I need to obey Him and become like Him. These are mine along with forgiveness for my sins, when I
receive the gift of His grace.
Young White-crowned in the garden
On another topic, I spotted a new yard bird today. A "V" of about 40 geese flew over the house this
morning just as I was taking out some compost. Their calls seemed different from the typical Canada
Goose honking, higher pitched, almost like gulls, sort of "ka-lee-uk or "ka-lee-ah-leek". Mostly
dark with white around the base of the tail. The call is distinctive for Greater White-fronted Goose.
Also had both a Western Tanager and a Swainson's Thrush eating dogwood berries along with flickers
and robins this morning, but the geese were the big deal; it's been months since I've seen a new
Partly cloudy, high 60's
Dahlia in the garden
I ran 3 miles today, only my second run since the Maui marathon due to soreness in my left anterior
tibial tendon 2-3" above my ankle. I ran 3 miles 3 days ago then stretched my shin by
plantarflexing my foot, which turned out to be the wrong thing to do. Stretching the tendon seemed
to aggravate the soreness considerably. Bicycling is OK though; I rode 12 miles two days ago and 14
miles yesterday, both fairly strenous rides, and the very limited dorsiflexion involved in cycling
does not seem to cause further irritation to the tendon. The motion which bothers it in running
seem to be the plantarflexion followed by dorsiflexion immediately after toe-off. My theory as to
the cause of the problem is that tight calf muscles (as indicated also by my chronic tendency to
retrocalcaneal bursitis in both heels particularly first thing in the morning) are causing excessive
plantarflexion on toe-off which in turn is putting excessive stress on the tendon and tendon sheath
at the base of my shin/top of my foot. According to information on the internet, tight calf muscles
and weak shin muscles relative to the calf muscles along with excessive pronation are the most
common causative factors in anterior tibial tendinosis. I think my pronation is OK but the
calf/shin imbalance and tight calves both seem to apply. So I've begun stretching my hamstrings and
calves and will start shin strengthening exercises as soon as I can dorsiflex my foot without
irritation. Meanwhile I think the cycling probably helps strengthen my shins as well since I had a
bit of DOMS in my anterior tibialis after my first ride in a while.
Running barefoot doesn't seem to stretch the tendon as much as wearing shoes so I did my 3 mile run
today barefoot, carrying flipflops in case I needed them on the chipseal pavement of our road. The
tendon felt almost normal and it really felt good to be running again but unfortunately my soles
aren't quite as tough as they were a month or so ago and I developed fairly deep blisters on both
big toes and the outside of my left heel. Oh well, the blisters will clear up in a few days and I'm
encouraged that the tendon doesn't seem to be any worse this evening.
Meanwhile I'm missing the Tahoe Triple Marathon this weekend, and probably St George next weekend as
well. We've tentatively cancelled our planned trip to the southwest for those two races, though if
my shin continues to improve, I may try to do St George after all. That's a long shot at this point.
Neither Susan nor I are too upset about not doing the trip; it's nice to hang out around home and
start getting a few things done here. Although I haven't been getting much done; I've spent almost all
of the last few days writing up and illustrating
our Wind Rivers backpacking trip last August
. I don't know if anyone else will enjoy or benefit
from my Wind Rivers account but I enjoy both the process of writing and laying it out, and the subsquent
opportunity it will provide me to recall the details of the trip and the beauty of that area.
Mostly sunny, high 70's
David and I rode our mountain bikes down the O'Grady road then up through the woods on the new trail
to the upper end of the O'Grady pastures. We struggled through the field to the riverbank on our bikes
King Salmon in the Green River
then parked them and waded across the thistle-infested field to see if the old trail still exists back
through the swampy woods near the river. It does not. We photographed thistle-fluff and a breaching
salmon before biking back the way we came. Sunny warm day, probably one of the last of the fall, made
brighter by the opportunity to hang out with David for awhile.
My anterior tibial tendonitis doesn't seem to mind mountain biking although the irregular sod of the
field aggravated it some.