The day rolled around.
Dull and overcast. “Perfect for a run”
Watching on TV as the 42k runners were flagged off as i waited for my cousin to get ready. My feet could not keep still and I knew that I could still back out but I’d never forgive myself. We got to the start line just in time to be flagged off. We started at a slow jog on the first of a few steep of the steep hills that characterised the run. I told him to go on as I knew that I would not be able to keep up that pace. I walked and jogged and walked and jogged some more. There was an older gentleman who I decided would be my pacesetter. He was walking and jogging and we had a good momentum going until he met his friend and they started talking. So I left him and his friend behind. My strategy was to have a pacesetter that would keep me motivated, despite us having different training levels.
When I passed him I was lost. I mean, what do you do when you surpass your pacesetter?? Solution: find another.
Next, I saw these spry older Indian gentlemen at one of the loops just before the 5k mark. They were about 600m ahead of me and I thought I could catch up to them. I never did catch up to them. They were deep in some discussion that kept them distracted. At the 14k mark I saw them running at high speed (at least it seemed so) while I was debating the level of madness versus sensibility.
Till I got to the 10k mark and decided to go for a toilet break. Big mistake. Momentum was lost and I didn’t get it back 😦 Turns out it was just nerves. I walked some more and jogged some more, I wondered where the turn off was and I estimated it to be 2km away round a bend. It turned out to be 5km away! Oh the horror!! I wasn’t going to turn back or be picked up by the stragglers bus so onwards onwards. I saw the spry Indian gentlemen run at top speed. I just marvelled at them and said “These are the guys who gave us yoga and Kamasutra.”
I met my friend and it helped to have company until she told me she couldn’t talk. Lol! She needed her energy to focus on walking. We got to the 16km mark and we had to do a loop and we thought about just going under the tape as we had seen people do numerous times on the course, we looked at each other and knew we’d never forgive ourselves so round the loop we went.
I hit another wall when I got to the 18k mark, plus it was a hill. I wasn’t sure where I was, I couldn’t hear the music from the stadium, I was just following the people in front of me. This self imposed agony needed to end!
Soon enough I heard the music and saw the stadium *joy oh joy* It wasn’t clear where I was to go so I just kept walking until I go to the 20k mark,where I realised I have to do another short walk outside the stadium and then get to the stadium. I met friends who had finished it and wanted to chat but when they realised I was still on it, they pushed me onwards. Good friends.
I got there and I was so happy that I had made it,I tried to do a run then a jog but my legs told me to forget that idea. I did jump over the finish line and the trackers on the ground. Proud moment that 🙂
All I wanted to know next was “Where do I get my medal??” I was directed and I heard the sweet sound of metal upon metal, beautiful music. Soon I was plonked on the grass doing some stretches and light yoga.
I soaked in my achievement. At the time I just sat and barely talked. I thought that Batman would be proud of me but in his silent way would tell me “You could have done better.”
Will I do it again? Hell yes!!
In fact, I’m looking for the next race.
Right now, I’m relaxing and massaging my sore and tight calves.
Happy trails 🙂