Ow ow ow.

Sunday started like this. Aiea hills. I have never done them before, so I said sure, I'm in.  This was the first climb, about 3 miles of up.. and the closest view I had of the boys all day.  I quickly realized I had forgotten my good legs at home. All I had with me was my shitty legs. There were four more ridges to climb after this, and I had no idea where I was, because the Oahu map in my head looks like this:

It's hard to bail out when you are totally lost. But after four ridges, my IT band was screaming so I did exactly that - I ditched and found my way home. Health before ego. I think the ridge repeats early in the season, the gutting it out without having the fitness for it, contributed to last year's chronic injury.

Saturday and Sunday were spent at the beach club, enjoying my new toy. I have a stand-up board, courtesy of Todd at C4 Waterman. It is a killer core and quad workout, and my legs were shakey after today's four hours on the bike. The air has been really cool, the tide has been extremely low, and the ocean has been glassy. We spent most of our weekend here, on the boards. Henry picked it up like an old pro, and was quickly adjusting his stance, making turns, and dodging swimmers, most of whom were the spawn of my high school classmates, as it turned out. I slowly got comfortable on the 10 foot board, and am already sore from the paddling. I wonder if this counts as swimming? There was water, and arm muscles.. it should totally count.

I am watching the Golden Globes. I have two comments. Penelope Cruz looks like a muppet. And famous should expire after five years or so - Kate Beckinsale probably works at Macys by now. Ok, three comments: I would like to be Cameron Diaz. That is all.