Suppose you had asked me a couple of days ago if I was able to get out of bed at 4:30AM. I don’t know why you’d ask me that either but just play along, please. Anyway, I probably would have laughed at the idea for a solid minute or two before letting you know that, no, it was never going to happen. Especially on a Sunday.
Yesterday, Sunday, my alarm woke me up at 4:30. It was pitch black outside and the cat gave me hateful look when I accidentally woke her up. I couldn’t really blame her. There didn’t seem to be enough coffee in the world to help me cope with that kind of sacrifice. But then I got into my bright clothes, green tutu included, swallowed some coffee and a bagel and the world seemed a little better.
As we made our way to the ferry terminal in downtown Auckland to catch the ferry to Devonport, where the start line was, the only non-running people around us hadn’t actually gone home from their night out yet. I felt less normal than the girls in dresses three sizes too small trying not to vomit on the footpath. It didn’t matter that I was wearing a running headband that said “I run so I can drink”, I was still among the weird people getting up at that time to go for a run. And I liked it.
We arrived in Devonport with plenty of time to spare, the sun was yet to come up and the single-digit temperature was trying to disguise the warm day we’d have ahead of us. The only consolation was that we got to be near the start line to watch the participants of the full marathon. I couldn’t imagine what was going through people’s minds as they got ready to run 42.2km but seeing them certainly helped me get excited about the idea of running half of that. There was a little schadenfreude in knowing that at least I wasn’t in their shoes.
Plus, I was about to run another half marathon in the city I live in these days (this time, across the bridge), only three weeks after running an amazing half marathon in the city that will always be home. So life was good. I just wished all these thoughts were coming to my mind a couple of hours later, after a longer night’s sleep.
We started off running at 7AM. Approximately 5 seconds later, I hit the button on the GPS watch to start tracking and it immediately crashed. It refused to come on again so I had to resort to the iPod, which is far less accurate. I got over my little first world problem pretty quickly. The bright tutu meant that I got a lot more support from other people (runners and watchers) throughout the run. I quickly realised that running in costumes is definitely the way to go, if you need a little extra motivation. And if you don’t mind looking ridiculous in public, which I obviously don’t.
The good weather meant we had thousands and thousands of people watching and cheering for all of us, which was, as usual, more helpful than any training session. This was handy considering my training turned out to be non-existent. Somehow, time flew by since Lisbon three weeks ago and I did nothing but a couple of short runs. I figured nothing could be worse than running in that Lisbon heat and I was right.
I also took a chance and decided to break the old “don’t try anything new” rule for running events and wore my bright pink compression socks on this run. As silly as it is to take a risk on race day, this one ended up working really well. Over 24 hours later, my legs are feeling like I didn’t even run yesterday. So there’s another lesson – compression socks are a go. Shame they are so stupidly expensive but I guess I can survive with just one kidney.
This was half marathon number 5 for this year and it is now time to choose the next one for next month. I am tempted to repeat Kerikeri but also feel like I should go for a new course. Options include the Rotovegas Half Marathon, The Speight’s West Coaster and the The Great Cranleigh Kauri Run in the Coromandel. Not sure which one (or ones?) will be chosen yet. All I know is that all this running thing is giving my credit card a real workout.
October 29, 2012 at 5:16 pm
Your cat drinks coffee?
October 29, 2012 at 5:18 pm
yes, that is exactly what I said. She likes a cup of coffee in between beers.
October 29, 2012 at 5:51 pm
😀 This is great Vera! Really inspirational stuff 😉
p.s. I hope you’re doing well on that one kidney 😉
October 29, 2012 at 5:57 pm
Haha, thanks Rita! 🙂
October 29, 2012 at 6:17 pm
nice dress vera! 🙂 myself I am one of the runners who normally laugh about people in dresses – but the extra motivation idea is not so bad though – might have to consider in the future. 😉
October 29, 2012 at 6:21 pm
haha thanks Beat. Yes, I look forward to seeing your marathon photos in a tutu. 😉
October 29, 2012 at 6:29 pm
maybe not a tutu 😉 something more accurate maybe – like the superman dress. haha 😉
October 31, 2012 at 4:59 pm
Vera, I think it’s time to man up and run a full marathon. Just sayin’… LOL
November 1, 2012 at 8:05 am
I think you might be right. 😉
November 1, 2012 at 5:55 pm
Yay!!!! Can’t wait!!!!!!
November 1, 2012 at 7:36 am
you’re awesome 🙂 will see if i can convince paulo to run in a costume next time!
November 1, 2012 at 8:05 am
haha please do! can’t wait for the photos!
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