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|Elevation Gain:||817 ft|
|Avg Temperature:||76.2 °F|
|Avg Speed:||15.3 mph|
|Avg Moving Speed:||17.2 mph|
|Max Speed:||40.0 mph|
There was a short and quick Run for Ryan today, and John joined the group that converged at Kapiolani Community College about 6 a.m. Our friend Rodney and I tweeted about Riding for Ryan, because that’s how we roll. I start in Hawaii Kai, he starts around Diamond Head, and somewhere we pass each other. Only a couple of times have we actually met on the road. Our spirits are one as we pump our pedals, powering up and down hills, along Kalanianaole Highway, catching a glimpse of gorgeous ocean views, watching out for pot holes, bad drivers, runners, walkers, and dangerously shimmering shards of broken bottles on road shoulders. Then we blog or update our Twitter and Facebook accounts, passing along virtual attagirls, attaboys, #fistbumps and #fistpumps. This social media stuff is a wondrous thing. How is it that we can feel close to people we rarely see?
And now that my Hawaii social media community suffered a significant loss, the death of Ryan Suenaga who fell Easter Sunday from the treacherous climb up Mt. Olomana on Oahu’s Windward side, I feel it is imperative that we Tweet and update on Facebook with more thoughtfulness. Write like you care. And if you don’t, if you are actually quite perturbed with someone in your virtual circle, resist the urge to publicly flog them with your dangerously sharp wit. It only makes the rest of us feel uncomfortable. Need to vent? Use that handy direct message option to share your thoughts with someone you trust.
Today’s ride. I’ve already mentioned via Twitter and Facebook that I love, love, LOVE butt-crack of dawn rides. The traffic isn’t so bad, the air is cool, just a few others are out there with me. At Makapu’u, I only encountered three or four other riders. I point and shoot the iPhone4 to post a photo for my friends to see this view of which I cannot get enough. Then I soared down that hill at 40mph and took on the back half of Kamiloiki for a grand slide all the way down with the light changing in the nick of time. Obediently, routinely, I took to my three East Oahu valleys before hitting my turn-around point at Diamond Head. Another photo. A ginger chew. Is this place beautiful or what?
What would Ryan do? Now we find ourselves asking that. When it comes to taking care of ourselves, what would he do? Ride, run, work out. What else would he do? Take care of family members. What else would he do? Shout outs about his niece, a star speller here in Hawaii. Anything else? Shout outs about friends’ accomplishments. I benefited from a few of those. The result? I wanted to do even more. And I think that was his goal for himself and all of us.
I lamented to John that asking ourselves ‘What would Ryan do?’ all the time sets the bar pretty high. But John said it was more about living each day to its fullest.
Oh, if I could pack into each moment the right words, the right motions, the right thoughts, the right touch…