As I said in Part 1, this race was certainly not my favourite… Battling with the noise in my mind from the very beginning of the race in Newlands, I managed to keep up with my mom for about an hour after which I politely excused myself and plugged into my iPod in the hope that it would quieten the rather grumpy thoughts taking residence inside my head.
Just before half-way I ran into Anne (who finished the Cape Town marathon with me) and was happily catching up when suddenly she slipped on a reflector in the road and hit the tar literally, face first. In the split second it took for me to bend down and roll her over, her eye had already swollen closed and the cut on her head was bleeding rather badly.
To cut a long story short Anne sent me on my way while she was being patched up by a medic and I thought that the race was over for her (re-enter my iPod along with some worry and the sound of a body hitting the ground at speed).
Just over the gruelling Chapman’s Peak in Hout Bay, I’d stopped for some much needed TLC from another dedicated second (thanks Barry;) and while I was recounting the story Anne came galloping past, all plaster and grazes and blue swollen eye – I couldn’t believe that she had carried on AND caught up with me!!
So, with Constantia Neck and 18km separating us from the finish line, we put our heads down and soldiered on towards the end with spectators gasping at seeing Anne’s face and me reminding myself that whatever is going through my head could not possibly equal what Anne was going through physically…
I do have to say that I take my hat off to this incredible woman who not only managed to find the strength to carry on running after a bone jarring fall, but who also managed to motivate me while I was flagging near the end.
The Two Oceans Ultra Marathon is most certainly not for the faint hearted but definitely worth it, even if it is just for the scenery and the crowds screaming your name at the end or for the potential to meet people who inspire and motivate you…
Once over the finish line, Anne was whisked away to the medical tent and I was greeted on the other side by my mom and a rather exciting photo shoot, which I’ll tell you all about in my next post…
Anne my friend you are a LEGEND, and I’m not exaggerating when I say there is no way I would have made it to the end in under 6 hours had it not been for your encouraging words and steadfast pace – Thank-you a million times over, I hope I can repay the favour one day!