Friday night I treated myself to a huge glass of wine (okay, maybe it was more than one!) and enjoyed the fact that I could indulge since I didn't have a monstrous 6 hour triple brick the following day. Despite every intention to sleep in, my body woke me early so I jumped on the trainer to get my quick ride over with for the day. My roommate, Tara, helped me celebrate my recovery week and we decided to have a girls' day. She envisioned a day spent lounging on the beach. Unfortunately for her, she made the deadly mistake of proclaiming I got to pick what we did on Saturday. My choice? Hitting up two new trails for 10 miles of hiking.
After the initial beach mourning period, Tara got jazzed about the hiking and we were off for our Hawaii adventure. We ended up having a ball as we tackled some new terrain. Our first stop was the Aiea loop trail, which was a 5 mile loop of relatively easy trails that resembled the Pacific Northwest. Definitely a trail to return to for some trail running! There were lots of families out on the trails and it was awesome to see all the Ohana getting their fitness on.
Our next stop was one valley over to hike to Waimano falls. Leave it to some of the most experienced trail girls on the island to get lost on a popular trail! Somehow we ended up in a tent city of sorts and then had quite the adventure trying to find our way back to the trail. Eventually we ended up at our destination. Despite the lack of rainfall, it was quite pretty.
We even decided to get our Vogue on, but I think the scene was stolen by one fearless teenager:
All day long we kept commenting on how we both felt "off" and that something bad was going to happen. Perhaps that's why I had a hard time sleeping. I woke up at 1 and was unable to get back to sleep. Around 4am I started to finally feel like I was going to drift back to sleep. Right as I was getting drowsy, I felt a tickle on my arm. Thinking it was my hair, I brushed it away. A few minutes later, another tickle. Another brushing away. This went on for about five minutes. Finally I felt a tickle and then a wiggle and something squirming over my arm. I thought it was a gecko and got up to turn on the light. That was when I saw it. A centipede.
Before I continue, let me just post a picture of the centipedes of Hawaii. The poisonous, painful centipedes of Hawaii. The ones that have previously stung me in my sleep.
As soon as I realized what was going on, I FREAKED OUT. The centipede was scurrying across my bed, and in a flash I thought to get it on my pillow. It crawled on my pillow and I ran to the front door and threw my pillow out into the street and pouring rain. The centipede proceeded to run right back to the house. The only way to kill these suckers is to cut them in half, so I thought quickly, grabbed Tara's stiletto, and sliced the little bastard in two. By now I'm half screaming/half hyperventilating. It's also 4am. I go into Tara's room in a panic, and she must have been having a nightmare because she thought I was an intruder! I'm screaming, she's screaming...it's a miracle the neighbors didn't call the cops.
Needless to say, as soon as the sun came up I headed straight to Hardware Hawaii to get the necessary supplies:
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| Game on, centipedes. |
And the rest of Sunday was a blur of massive house cleaning and pesticide spraying. Everything in my room got a thorough spraying and I duct-taped all possible holes and seams in my windows. Overkill, perhaps, but I am not sharing my bed with another centipede ever again.
So that, in a nutshell, was my (not so) restful recovery weekend. Not entirely the weekend I envisioned, but half of it was amazing!
Fellow athletes, if you had no training and no obligations, what would your dream recovery weekend look like?
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