How do you explain doing a race like the Comrades Marathon??
What goes through your mind along the way?? How you feel?? How you manage to keep putting one foot in front of the other for over 11 hours??
I’ve been trying to think of how to explain it for the last 3 days, and the only thing I’ve managed to come up with, is that you can’t…
Trying to explain standing in a mini sea of people, outside the Durban city hall listening to “Chariot’s of Fire” is just too difficult and would be silly to try.
I can say that I wasn’t nervous, strangely calm actually as the gun went off.
I can say that the first half was fine, it was great seeing my dad, aunts, cousins and friends in Kloof (about 20km in). I was happy to see the half-way mark with my mom – although she wasn’t having a great race and persuaded me to leave her just before my dad’s second meeting point with us at 36km to go.
At the bottom of Polly Shorts – the last big hill before the end (having just run 77km’s this 2km hill can be rather daunting), I decided that I’d had enough of the race, I was over running and so decided that the only way to end it was to just to get to the finish as fast as possible, so I put the volume on my ipod to “damage”, took up my power walking stance and steamed to the top of the hill, then started running, basically without stopping (except for at the water tables) until the end.
I can’t tell you what I was thinking, because I wasn’t, my mind was clear and I knew all along what I had to do, and that it would be difficult.
I can tell you that:
· NOT finishing the race had never entered my mind!
· Complaining wasn’t going to do me or anyone else any good.
· Even though I was running on my own, I wasn’t alone
· The supporters?? Well they deserve a post all of their own, along with my blisters…