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Originally posted on July 20, 2014 by cruisingrunner

Mopelia is about 4 days behind us now, and we have just under a day left to go in our ocean passage. French Polynesia was amazing in the diversity of experiences offered and in the intense beauty of some of the more remote places that sometimes you had to pinch yourself to make sure it was real. I will always have a soft spot for the island of Huahine, because it is there that I rekindled my love for running. Our next destination is the island of Suwarrow, which is in the northern island group of The Cook Islands. According to our chart, we have already crossed the international boundary, so we are no longer in French waters.

According to our guidebook, The Cook Islands are a self-governing democratic commonwealth “affiliated” with New Zealand. Apparently New Zealand handles foreign affairs, defense, and subsidizes finances. Cook Islanders are New Zealand citizens and can move freely back and forth between The Cooks and New Zealand.

New Zealand. That means they speak English. I must stop and prepare myself for this. For the first time in almost a year and half we will be in a country where we speak the language. Before we bungled French in French Polynesia, we spent a year in Mexico butchering Spanish. Yes, my Spanish is far better than my French, but that didn’t mean it still wasn’t a constant intentional effort to communicate. I’m so used to preparing for every interaction with a little studying of the phrase books and so used to dealing with the ad hoc interactions by feeling like a 3-year-old and usually resorting to asking, “Please do you speak a little English?” in the appropriate language. It seems so strange that we’ll be able to clear into the country tomorrow speaking the language we speak in our own heads.

Suwarrow is an atoll and it is also a national park, and my understanding is that our opportunities to go to the various motus will be limited, so I’m a little worried about running opportunities. I will make the best of it though, as we are supposed to have spectacular weather while we are there, good for much paddle boarding and snorkeling.

-D.

Posted on July 16, 2014 by cruisingrunner

After a couple days of wind and rain, we’ve got blue skies again, so I hit the motu for another trail “run.” Every now and then I’ll have to put “run” in quotes, because given the nature of where I find myself running these days, I will have the tendency to get a bit distracted from time to time. Today’s distractions were plentiful.

To start with I headed to the north end of the motu to say good morning to the family that lives there. Greetings included the French custom of cheek-to-cheek contact while making kissing sounds. I just can’t get used to that! They speak a fair amount of English, so small talk included more than my pre-canned French phrases of “I live on a boat with my family” and “Mopelia is very pretty”. After that I headed back south and took my first offroad opportunity heading east. And then I became distracted by the Pacific Ocean and the immense coral graveyard stretching far along the beach. I decided to run on that coral graveyard to stay close to the ocean and hear it roar at me. It felt a little like running along the beach at home, but I amused myself with the thought that the ocean was simply on the wrong side. Running along the coral was a challenge, and although I did complete my desired 3 miles, it was very slow going. I will not be sharing my time.

I even broke up the run a bit and sat down by the ocean amongst the coral. OK, I really sat down because the sock on my right foot was pulling too tight on my toes, so I needed to adjust it. But then, I was distracted by the coral and sat for longer than I intended. It’s possible I was sitting in a place that no one has ever sat. People are sparse on this motu, and the coral beach is vast, and I was distracted by this thought.

The final distraction was the kitty. A little white kitten with blue eyes crossed my path as I was making my final approach back to Harry’s house. I made the obligatory “meow” sound at it, and it clearly needed some attention because it was tremendously interested in me. I stopped and let it approach me, and it did what cats do, that is, it rubbed itself on my legs. Imagine his surprise and disgust when he realized he was absolutely soaked from my leg sweat, since I was pretty much drenched after my run. He was not a happy kitty. He kept shaking his leg, trying to get the wet off of him, and he would not come near me after that.

All in all I was probably gone from the boat for about an hour and a half (including the paddle from the boat and back). All that for a 3 mile run. But these distractions define the phase in my life, the phase away from civilization, away from running with my iPod.

-D.

Posted on July 12, 2014, by cruisingrunner

Sure, running is good for you, no one disputes that. Although, I have had the odd person, like my doctor, remark that I shouldn’t run because it’s bad for my knees, or something like that. That was right after she gave me my blood work back and told me I was the healthiest 40 something women she’d seen in a long time. But I digress.

So, most people, even within the medical profession, don’t usually dispute that running is good for you. But I’m finding, especially now, that it is providing me so much more than physical benefits. And I don’t just mean the obvious that it puts me in better mood and makes me feel better emotionally and all that, even though all that is true. What I mean now is that running is encouraging me to get out there and see more.

I enjoyed another trail run along the motu this morning before the wind and rain picked up. I parked my paddle board in front of Harry’s house again, bid him good morning, and headed in the direction of the pack of dogs that had previously intimidated me into turning around. When I asked, Harry told me he wouldn’t be working on copra today (maybe because of the impending rain?) but instead he would be working on a construction project, which looks like a pier or dock or something. I passed the same two people along the trail, exchanged names this time, and one of the men offered to open a coconut for me (with a machete, of course) if I would like some water. I (hopefully) politely declined and kept running towards the dogs. I got pretty close before they noticed me, and they aren’t exactly the best guard dogs, because when one started barking, another also started barking but also started running in the wrong direction. I solved the situation by heading for the house calling, “Bonjour, Bonjour!” And this is how I met Bowie, as in David Bowie (he said that, not me). He quieted the dogs, and he offered me coffee and breakfast and told me when he was done eating he would begin working on the copra. He told me how the “grand bateau” takes the copra to Tahiti, and he seemed quite proud of this. He also told me his dad is American. All this was in French, so don’t quote me on it.

See, I’m shy. Or introverted. Or something. When given the choice, I will intentionally interact with as few people as possible on a daily basis. If it weren’t for my desire to run, I would not be having these short, but not insignificant (at least to me) connections with the people who live here on Mopelia. In addition, I’ve seen much more of the motu than I otherwise would have. Since I run without music and podcasts now, I am quite aware and in tune with my surroundings. I rarely zone out, like I used to do on long runs at home. I noticed that there is still evidence of destruction both in the foliage and in the manmade constructions from past cyclones that have ravaged the atoll. I’ve run down little detours to the edges of the atoll, both within the lagoon and out to the ocean and taken in the varying sights and smells. I’ve run from dogs.

Running gets me to shore, by myself, for more than just errands.

Running is my outreach.

-D.

Posted on July 10, 2014, by cruisingrunner

Seriously, I love it. Tim bought it for me many years ago, in fact, I think I have one of the very first models, because the face of it is a large rectangle that covers my entire wrist. These days the new ones look no different than sport watches. I’ve occasionally looked at the newer models, and I’m sure even once or twice one has found its way into my Amazon shopping cart, but I always resist in the end. Mine is still in perfect working order and I’ve come to have a bit of affection for its obnoxious size. Like it’s some sort of badge of honor.

I love my Garmin because I love to know EXACTLY how far I ran and EXACTLY how fast. I also love to know EXACTLY my pace any time I want. I was always pretty obsessive about it in that I would pause it for things like traffic lights or any reason I was going to have to stop for more than, oh, about a second. I certainly wouldn’t want any bad data biasing my pace results.

When I started running recently out here on the islands, I intentionally decided not to use the Garmin right away. I knew I would be slow, and I didn’t want to get discouraged right off the bat before I fell back in love with running. It was a good strategy, because I know I’ve been slow. I finally couldn’t take it anymore and I used it for my two runs on Maupiti. The first day I ran just over 10 min miles, the second day just under. Slow, but not discouragingly slow. I wore the Garmin for yesterday’s run, but I understandably forgot to pause it when I was confronting the pack of dogs, so pace info for that run isn’t exactly accurate. I’ve decided I’m going to stick with about a 3-mile run for a while, maybe until I can run 9 min miles again. Three miles is a good distance since it’s short and doesn’t take up too much of the day, and I don’t have to bother myself with carrying water and snacks. It will be fun to watch my pace progress over time too.

There’s one more reason I love my Garmin. I found that buried in one of the menus it will actually display your current latitude and longitude in degrees and minutes. So, it’s now become our backup GPS device should anything ever happen to our electronics. It’s perfect since the battery lasts a very long time and it’s small and portable. It even has a home in our ditch bag now. So, there you go. Good for running, good for cruising emergencies.

-D.

Posted on July 10, 2014, by cruisingrunner

We arrived at the very remote atoll of Mopelia yesterday afternoon. Most of the Society Islands are volcanic islands with fringing coral reefs, but this one is a bit later in its island life cycle. There is no central island, and only the fringing reef and bits of land called “motus” are left. While still in Maupiti we actually met a man there who is from Mopelia. He had gotten a ride to Maupiti with another cruising yacht and would be staying in Maupiti for about a week, and then he would get a ride back. I quizzed him about what Mopelia was like, and I learned there are about 20 people who live here mostly harvesting copra, and there are currently no children living here. Bummer. He also told us if we had some tobacco, then one of the guys would take us fishing and lobster diving for sure. It doesn’t even have to be a lot of tobacco, he said. This conversation relied much more on his knowledge of English than my knowledge of French.

This morning I paddle boarded over to the motu to investigate whether or not I’d be able to go for a run, and the only sandy landing spot was in front of someone’s house. I needed a sandy rather than rocky landing spot, since our paddle board is of the blow up variety, and pointy rocks are bad for it. I walked up toward the house and saw a man working outside on his copra harvest. His name is Harry, and he does not speak English, so in my very bad French I asked if it was OK for me to leave my paddle board and if there was a road I could run on. He gave me a little stool so that I could sit down while I changed my shoes, and I told him how I live on a boat with my family. That is about the extent of my small talk ability, so the conversation pretty much stalled after that. I did ask if there were any children on the island, even though I already knew the answer, just to have something to say. He walked me over to where I could see the road, and then I was off. It wasn’t really a road, but more like an offroad trail for jeeps and trucks. Being an atoll, it was perfectly flat so the running was more effortless than on Maupiti. Well, except for the rats that I saw scurry from the path, and oh my, the flies. And the pack of dogs that wouldn’t let me pass one of the houses that they were obviously very protective of. I came across two more men working their copra, and again had a brief conversation using most of the French I know.

Oh, how I wish I spoke French. This is a very deep regret of mine. If you ever do what we are doing and cruise French Polynesia, take the time to learn basic French. I mean, spend a few months to a year studying, take a class, use Rosetta Stone, whatever. Don’t leave it for your on passage to do list, because I can’t tell you how many times I’ve heard of people intending to study on passage, and for whatever reason they don’t. My reason was that being at sea makes me lethargic. Of course, enough people speak English everywhere we go that we can get by just fine. However, just getting by is a little disappointing when I think of the richer experiences we are missing by not being able to converse with the local people. Today was a very good example.

-D.

July 12, 2014

Alex and I went with a local guy here outside the pass to snorkel on a WWII Navy shipwreck. Most of the ship is gone but you can still see some cannons, the anchor, and many big gun shells (brass shells last longer under water than the rest of the steel hull) embedded in the coral. Pretty cool. Heo, the local guy, said we shouldn’t spearfish near the pass since there are so many sharks there. I said, well, we can just take our spears along anyway, even if we don’t use them. (yea, sure…) We were only in the water 3-4 seconds before Heo says, “Give me my gun!” I look over and see a huge school of yellowtail-like fish. Heo shoots into the school, but misses. Within seconds, several sharks appear out of nowhere and start looking around… Good thing he missed. Later, he shot a small Jack and carried it back to the dinghy holding it above water so the sharks could not “hear” it struggling (vibrations, more than anything, of a struggling fish attract the sharks in a hurry). One fish in the dinghy, Heo saw a huge school of parrot fish, swam over and after looking around and seeing no sharks nearby, shot one. Hit in the belly, the parrot fish went nuts, swimming in circles on the spear. Within 2 seconds, three sharks appeared from behind the ridge of the reef and attacked the parrotfish. The first shark took half the fish, the second took the rest – no prize for third place. Within five seconds, 10 more sharks appeared in a frenzy. Heo had already let go of his spear gun and was swimming backwards but with no fish left to eat, the new sharks looked eagerly at anything moving in the water. I forced myself to relax and slowly removed my dive knife (I had just put my gun back in the dinghy, thinking we were done). As he kicked at a couple of small, curious sharks, I couldn’t help but smile in my snorkel, thinking that he should have listened to his own advice. Once back in the dinghy, his big smile made me laugh and he suggested that we go inside the reef to fish some more.

July 11, 2014

While Brenden and I were “just relaxing on the boat” the shift from NW to W winds brought a strong gust of 30+ knots and the two surfboards blew off the top of Exodus into the water.  We both jumped up, but Brenden once again proved he was a man of action.  The paddle board was down, so he yelled at me to get him a paddle, but I was taking too long, and then I said it might be too hard to paddle in this wind, so he promptly stripped down naked and just jumped in.  I told him to go for the board that was furthest away, and I would get on the paddle board to get the other one.  In hindsight, I should have just jumped in too, because once I retrieved the board, I was having trouble paddling, so Brenden had to take his board back to Exodus and the swim to me to get the other board.  All this time we are getting pelted by heavy rain.  Tim and Alex showed up with the dinghy about 5 min later.  I let Brenden take a much-deserved warm shower.

Posted on July 5, 2014 by cruisingrunner

Two days ago, when I came to a fork in the road I chose the left path, which the sign said was to the plage (beach). Today, I picked the right path, which the sign said was to a viewpoint, and it immediately went straight uphill. Truth be told, I walked most of the way up, but I enjoyed the views from the top, and then sprinted down the other side and came to another sign, once again telling me to go left to the beach. I walked a little way down the road and the scrambled through some brush and over many crab holes to get out near the water, and I found myself standing in some mucky muck, which is basically what’s usually underneath the lagoon, when it is fuller. I could see the beach, I think, far off near the point, decided it was too far and just turned around. This time I sprinted up the hill, no that’s not right. Once again, I walked and then sprinted back down. My legs were still very sore from the run and hike two days ago, and to top it off I was pretty exhausted from not getting very much sleep last night.

Now, cruisers are no strangers to lack of sleep, it sort of comes with the territory. First of all, there’s the obvious night watches when we are underway. We do 3-hour watches on Exodus, and I usually have the 11pm-2am and the 5-8am shifts. As you might guess, this really disrupts one’s sleep patterns. And then there’s all the things that might keep you from sleeping even when you aren’t on watch, like a rocky rolly boat, waves crashing against the hull, engine noise, or being woken up by the on-watch person because there’s lightening in the distance and we need to reduce sail. At anchor it’s only slightly better. In French Polynesia we typically get woken up at least once a night due to rain. The hatches need to be open because it’s too hot with them closed, so when it rains, we can get pretty wet inside. Lucky for me the hatch in our bedroom is over Tim’s side of the bed, so he feels the rain and bolts up to close all the other hatches. There’s also wind through the rigging that will wake me up if the wind gets above 18 kts or so. We keep an anchor alarm set to alert us if our anchor may be dragging, and occasionally we get false alarms from that, although not too much anymore, since we have a pretty sound anchor waypoint process in place now. What am I forgetting… oh yeah, radio traffic. We keep the VHF on, since you never know if someone or some vessel will transmit a distress call, but most nighttime traffic is really just a nuisance. There’s also boat motion in particularly rolly anchorages or those with high power boat traffic. Boat wakes can cause some pretty severe boat motion.

So, right, we’re no strangers to lack of sleep. But last night was different. Last night I tossed and turned and couldn’t get to sleep until well after midnight and then was up again with my mind racing around 5:00. It reminded me of life at home when I couldn’t shut my brain off due to all of the work stresses I would dwell on, except well, there was no stress. Just a racing mind. I would think about this blog and facebook page I just set up, the book I’m reading (Typee by Herman Melville), the boys’ school books, our upcoming passages, etc, etc, etc. None of these thoughts were with any angst of any sort, just thoughts going a mile a minute. It’s like my body was trying to manufacture stress, because maybe, somewhere, deep down, this Type A personality misses it a little? Nah…

Anyway, I should be able to get to bed early tonight, which will help since we intend to shove off tomorrow and should be on a watch schedule tomorrow night. We are headed for Mopelia, which is an even more remote island in French Polynesia than where we are now. It’s noot actually an island, but an atoll. Like the Tuamotus. I’m not sure about the running opportunities, but the snorkeling should be amazing.

-D.

Posted on July 5, 2014 by cruisingrunner

After the run and hike yesterday, my quads were screaming at me during yoga this morning, so I decided to give them a break today. We are now thinking about moving anchorages away from town over near the pass, and if we do that, I will regret my decision not to run this morning, because it’s unlikely there’s anywhere to run over there tomorrow.

Today, I went for a paddle instead. I always head upwind first, and today that meant heading to the beach on the motu across the lagoon from the town. There is a sandbar that stretches far into the lagoon, and as I was paddling over I noticed two dogs running and playing on the sand bar. When I landed the paddle board a little ways down the beach one of the dogs came over to check me out. He stood several feet away from me and just stared. I stared back. Hard. After a few seconds I established myself as the alpha and he gave up and just sniffed around. When he got too close to me, though, I told him to go away. He did. I was the alpha, after all.

I walked around for awhile, noticing how most of the land I was walking across is usually underwater. There were spots of coral and dried up sea cucumbers. It was quiet and felt eerie after awhile, like I was somewhere I wasn’t supposed to be. There were only three sounds to be heard: the ocean crashing against the reef on the outside of the motu, the wind blowing through the palm trees, and my own soft footsteps. This was a moment to treasure.

-D.

Posted on July 5, 2014 by cruisingrunner

Why did the runner cross the road?

To get to the shady side, duh.

Today’s run was mostly in the shade, but, oh my god, was it ever hot on the stretches that it wasn’t. I criss crossed the street several times trying to take advantage of shade from peoples’ fruit trees.

We are in Maupiti now, which is about 25 miles west of Bora Bora, still part of French Polynesia. It is much more remote and quiet with a small town and just a couple other cruising boats here. Alex and I watched one of the local boats get to the shore through the coral, and we followed their path, so he could drop me off for a morning run. I headed south hoping I could quickly get around the southern point, which is a steep to cliff, so that I could be in the shade, and that strategy mostly worked out for me, but like I mentioned above, there were a few blazing sunny stretches.

I came across a fork in the road which said beach to the left and view point to the right, and not wanting to head up any steep hills, I opted to go left. This took me down a dirt road that eventually did lead up hill. I thought it maybe went uphill to go over a ridge then down to the beach, but no, it took me to a dead end at someone’s house. Nothing to do but turn around, and I did see a little step down to what could be called a beach, and I walked down it a ways to see if it turned into, well, a nice beach. It didn’t. (But later I learned I just didn’t go far enough and had I gone the other way to the view point it would have come down to the beach as well.)

After the run we went on a family hike straight up the mountain. Seriously, my legs were dead when we started, so they were jello when we got back down. The view was indescribable, and the beers at the bottom were magical.

-D.