Time it took to cross the finish line: less than 1 second
Time it took to get there: 26 years and 6 ½ month!
It’s the day after my half marathon. I’m still sore pretty much everywhere and can hardly walk but besides that I’m feeling good. The stomach pain is gone and so is the headache I got last night. I was so tired I went to bed at 8.30 and was asleep in a matter of seconds ;-) My knee is feeling very sore today but I’m sure with a bit of rest that will get better soon.
But now, as promised, the official race report.
So my day started at 4am. I slept relatively well and thanks to the excitement and adrenaline getting up was relatively easy. I had an energy bar and some yoghurt for breakfast and then got ready and made sure I had all my stuff ready. Then I took a taxi to the downtown ferry terminal. The closer we got to the ferry the more people I saw with their running gear and their blue race bags coming from all directions. It was kind of funny seeing all the people walking around in the dark in their sports gear.
At 5.30 I was on the Ferry over to Devonport together with hundreds of others. It was an absolutely amazing mix of people. I’ve noticed this before during the training races I’ve done but it still amazes me. There are people from all walks of live, all ages, all sizes and all fitness levels. Some people looked more like they were going to a Sunday picnic with their friends, with big backpacks and happily doing small talk among each other. Others looked really professional in their running gear and with all sorts of gadgets and they look very concentrated, like they are mentally preparing for the race. And then there are those that look somewhere between intimated and amazed and like they are still trying to figure out what the hell they are actually doing here – just like me.
When we got to the Ferry Terminal in Devonport there were already a lot of people just sitting around waiting. We got there just past 6am and the full marathoners had just started. First I followed the crowed outside but when I realized how cold it was I decided to stay inside a bit longer. I just sat down among all the other runners, had another ½ energy bar and check all my gear. Making sure the number is pined to my shirt and that my timing chip is fixed to my shoe correctly. At about 6.30 everyone started to go outside so I followed. I wanted to make a quick toilet stop before the race so I got in line with hundreds of others who apparently had the same idea. Despite what must have been around 30 porta-loos, the lines where long and it took some time. I used the time to do some stretching and did some small talk with the people around me. By the time I was done with that, I just had enough time to walk over to the start line in time for the start. And then off we went.
Here are some pictures from the start in Devonport.
It took about 5min before I crossed the start line and then another maybe 300meters before the whole field was really running and I started to have a little bit of space around me.
500meters! That’s about how far I got until my knee started to hurt. At that point I just thought “GREAT, this is going to me fun”. But then about 2km later it stopped, or maybe I just stopped feeling it. It all went by kind of quickly then for the next 10km or so. I was still waiting for the 9km sign when the 10km one showed up already. I was feeling good the complete first half of the race and I was really enjoying it. It was really good that I had been running on the course a few time before. That way I knew where I was going and what was coming next. The people around me were all doing pretty much the same as I, run a bit then walk a bit and run a bit again.
Here are some pictures from the first half:
And then before I knew it, I was running on the motorway towards the harbour bridge. I was really good on time and wouldn't have any problems getting across the bridge before the ‘bus of shame’ comes and collects people that don’t make it over in time. This is when I started to walk more. Until this point I hadn’t walked more than 1-2 minutes between running intervals but there was just no way that I could run up the bridge. And besides, I wanted to enjoy it. It was a really beautiful day, A little bit cloudy to make sure it’s not too warm but with some sunny moments and a nice fresh breeze. And everyone around me was walking too. So there wasn’t much motivation to run. Here are some images for the bridge. There were official photographers taking pictures on the bridge and I will put them up as well as soon as I have them.
When I was on top of the bridge it kind of hit me. I was really doing this. This is the day I had been training for for months. Despite the knee pain and no running for the last two weeks and all the mental stress that caused, I was really gonna do it. I knew I would finish my first half marathon. It was still about 6km away from the finish line but I knew the rest would be flat and I could crawl home if I had to. I had made the bridge in time. Actually with plenty of time. It was 8.52am when I reached the top so I could have been almost ½ an hour slower – typical me, all this stressing beforehand for nothing.
I started running again down the bridge but this is when I started to feel the pain in my knee again and started to get really tired. I had pushed myself very hard in the first half to make sure I make it to the bridge and once I had made it motivation to keep running kind of dropped. My legs were hurting and this is also when my stomach started to feel weird. I still don’t know why I was having stomach issues. I mean I was expecting my legs to hurt and my back to feel tense and all that but I never had stomach problems during any of my training runs. Maybe it had something to do with having breakfast so early which I’m not used to or maybe it was just all the excitement and stress and pressure I had put myself under.
Point is; I just wanted it to be over. I walked a lot on the last 4km and only ran very little. I was just too tired and there wasn’t really a reason anymore to keep pushing myself to go faster. And everyone else around me seemed to feel the same. Still, we were walking fast and my legs were hurting more with every step. At km 18.5 we were almost at the finish line, just that we had to do another 2.5km loop before we could actually cross it. I’m telling you walking ‘away’ from the finish line was not easy for any of. Everyone kept glancing over and it was written on everyone’s face that they just wanted to take the short cut and be ‘home’. But we all kept going. About 200meters before the finish line I started running again because I really wanted to run across the finish line. I know, this is cheating a bit but come on, I’m sure most of you would have done the same ;-) I finished in just under three hours, but I so don’t care about the time.
At the finish Tina and Peter (with a blue Powerade) and Sonali met me and it was just great to have some friends there to enjoy the moment with me. Thank you guys so much for coming, you’re the best!!!
Right after the race I actually felt OK. I was exhausted of course but I think the excitement of actually having done it kept me going for a bit. But then it kind of hit me and I had to sit down for a bit. My stomach was feeling really tight, like I had swallowed a brick and I was just tired and overwhelmed. I didn’t even like my coffee – that should tell you all ;-) So Sonali gave me a ride home. Back at home I just took a shower, heated my wheat bag and went straight to bed for a few hours. The rest of the day I pretty much spend in bed and on the couch.
This morning I already felt better and I’m sure in a few days the soreness will disappear as well. As I’m having the day of today, I’m just relaxing, reading, watching TV etc. I went for a little walk earlier just to move the muscles a little bit and will do some stretching tonight but that is about all the activity I’ve got planned for the day.
I’m gonna go to the supermarket now to get some Chocolate ;-) – I feel I have really deserved that after yesterday. But tomorrow I’m gonna be back on the ‘eating healthy’ trip. Still have some kilos to get rid of and also want to keep the running up. Not sure yet what is next for me now, but regular exercising will definitely be a part of it.
I still have a few more things to write about but this should be enough for today ;-)