It’s day #21 of the cruise and 27 days since we left our Florida home.  We’ve left behind our schnauzer pup, Tally, and some storm casualties including our roof tiles, refrigerator, and frozen food. I’ve called an inspector and the Kitchenaid warranty department about potential repairs we’ll have to deal with once we get home this Friday and back to reality – just four days away. This morning was the first outdoors run I’ve enjoyed since downtown Vancouver just before the boat left the dock. I finally able to get out on the main deck that is four laps to the mile. It had been too cold, too windy, or too slippery to step foot out there until today, as we approach Kauai. I’ve been stuck on the treadmill every morning as we bobbed and weaved our way along, but “The Streak” persists after 5, 034 consecutive days. I could feel the strain of the harder surface on my heels, as I counted the number of times through the engine room tunnel. Also, in trying to maintain my balance with the constant movement of the ship, the outside muscles of my legs are sore. It’s a challenge to run at sea, and I’m proud that I never gave up or took a day off despite the temptation.

Yesterday was definitely the most boring of the trip, as I drifted off to sleep early. I have yet to get sea sick but the lack of sunshine and fresh air coupled with too much food & drink has taken its toll on my stamina. I have to remind myself that I am no longer a spring chicken but rather a 71-year old senior citizen that wears himself out every single morning. I’m stuck with the same crew, the same people, and the same restaurant choices every single day with no land in sight. Everything is starting to run together, while laying in bed while the boat rocks is the most comfortable position without a doubt. I’m also never really sure what time it is with all the time zone adjustments that we’ve been through. My phone still shows it to be two hours later than the ship clocks.

I’m ready to get on solid ground tomorrow, although it’s for a catamaran tour of the Kalapaki & Hule’ia River, but still a calmer body of water. Only three more nights at sea and then a miserable overnight flight from Honolulu to Houston to Tampa. It’s been a month-long journey of planes, trains, automobiles, taxis, and boats. We’ll be home soon! No more endless buffets, luxury accommodations, or First-Class seats as we head back to reality!