Well, it’s done. I’m a marathoner. I didn’t set any records, but I didn’t pass out or vomit either, so in some respects, I totally won.

The weather was cool and beautiful. The scenery was a constant pleasure. The yellow singlet made me look ridiculous. All in all, the conditions were pretty much ideal. Unfortunately, a foot problem that’s been plagueing me lately reared it’s head around the 16 mile mark and continued to… rear… thoughout the race. Finally, at 22 miles, I told Micki to go on without me so I could sit down and make sure nothing was broken. I walked most of the last four miles, but still finished with a respectable time of 5:30:12. Micki finished in 5:09:25. I’m going to see a doctor next week. Unless he tells me it’s a bad idea, I think Micki and I will both be registering for the LA Marathon this March.

Check out our stats at the Honolulu Marathon web page.
Jason: #7243
Micki: #7355

Check back in the coming days for posts about- and hundreds of photos from- our wacky Hawaiian vacation.