It has been most peculiar
for me while my husband has been away in Hawaii because whenever I have spoke
to him, actually via ‘What’s App’, that seemed to work well for us, the time
difference has been either eleven or thirteen hour apart which ever way you can
work it out. When he has contacted me, I have looked up at the clock in my
office and gone half a day back, added one hour, and that has been the time In
Kailua Kona. We quickly agreed that the only good time for both of us was six
in the morning or six at night. Otherwise he was in bed while I was getting on
with my day, or I was in bed as he was getting on with his day. And that still
only worked if he is back in his hotel room because ‘What’s App’ does not work
if you do not have Wifi! Neither of us
have really got to grips properly with the half a day time difference, added to
which Steve has had trouble working out that he is half a day behind me. That
has been the worst part about not being together, simply finding a time without
waking to other.
Now all the excitement of
the Hawaii Ironman is over for me after sitting up most of the night following
the race on the internet. In Kona, they have only just closed the course and
then next day they still have the awards Party to come. I will be glad to have
him home again, and may not even moan at him for dominating my time for at
least a day after he gets back.
As I am writing this piece
of off the wall twaddle at lunch time, he is fast asleep I hope, after a nerve
racking day watching his friend get through the big race. I did not get to
speak to Steve this morning my time, because he was in the process of getting
his friend, who finished the race in a very presentable time of 10 hours 27minutes
and 33 seconds. They would have to get all the guys kit, wetsuit and bike out
of transition and make their way back to their hotel which is actually twenty
miles away.
It was then be too late to
get me because I had left for my Sunday morning run in Angmering Park Worthing to see to see Le Bublé as I
call him. Michael Bublé is featured in a film called ‘Tour Stop 148’, about his
recent tour. Steve didn’t want to go anyway, he calls him Michael Bubbley. When
I get home, Steve will be boarding his flight home, a journey with two changes!
Our friend Craig is going
off to Orlando with his wife and four daughters for a post Ironman holiday and
to solve the problem, my sweet husband will be bringing Craig’s bike back for
him, boxed to travel off course but not easy to handle. This is very kind and
considerate of him but will be a bit of a struggle with his own luggage too. It
will also be a struggle at Heathrow. It has all been like one of those romantic time lapse stories; like that lovely movie, The Lake House with Keanu Reeves and Sandra Bullock, and like those confused lovers, Steve and I will be together again soon.
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