I sit here this morning with a few sore muscles contemplating my achievement yesterday, and on the whole I think I did okay. Sure I am disappointed that I didn’t better my time seeing as the course is flat, unlike Auckland, but with all that happened in the week prior to the race, I am just glad I ran it!
I was doing really well until the 32km mark and this photo was taken about 2km before that by my ever supportive husband who crutched his way from our resort to the start area, a distance of about 2km – a marathon for him! He even managed to recruit a temporary fan club who happened to come from Cape Town (where I grew up)!
At 32km the wheels fell off….I was overcome by a wave of nausea and had to start walking. My friend (who is also a Homeopath) had warned me the antibiotics may make me feel sick and I might want to throw up half way through the race…at least I didn’t do that! The next 6km were spent having conversations with myself about reasons I should not pull out of the race, until I realised I had 4km to go and I had better suck it up and just finish.
Once I got to the 40km mark I had pretty much got the nausea in check and chugged along until I heard a spectator yell out “Only 700m left”. On went the power, I still had gas in my tank (amazingly!) and I powered down the finish shute to finish in (by my watch) 4:38:24 (according to my watch I also ran 42.47km! What’s with that!). Unfortunately I did not have the energy to smile for the cameras, that was in the too hard basket at that stage.
After the race, my hubby and I strolled/crutched over the road to the shopping centre to ease out my legs and have a bite to eat…..I think the smile says it all….
While we were sitting in the cafe we agreed that if I ever say I am going to do another marathon, my husband has permission to shoot me. This time I mean it, I am not doing that distance again, but will stick to the 21km and 10km distances. I love running, just not that long!
And now for a nice relaxing holiday on the Gold Coast 🙂