There were a few things that were making me anxious. The late start for one, I had never done a 2pm start before and was wondering about food when I usually head out in the morning after a banana and a Hairy Lemon.
The 3 hour drive there.... and the fact, as mentioned previously, I had never run 14km’s before and I had built this up into a HM in my mind.
We arrived in plenty of time and after the initial quandary of what top to wear on the cool and wet day (my nails matched both so I was all good there), I felt good and I just wanted it over with.
I was jittery lining up, I couldn’t get my MapMyRun app to start, my music kept stopping and starting but I practiced my breathing and tried to relax. The gun went off to cheers and the rain came down right on queue.
Apollo Bay is gorgeous but we were heading away from the sea and I was unsure about the hills that we may be heading towards.
What we did head into was amazingly beautiful and lush farm land. Nothing like the farmland I grew up on, it was so green! As the rain stopped for a little bit and the sun came out we ran along green paddocks, horses frollicked along fence lines (I shit you not!), cows moo’ed and rainbow’s glistened.
At 1km I was passed by the gorgeous and legendary Cathy Freeman. I had already shared a public loo session with her and was secretly wishing that some of her magical powers would pass through the cubical wall. I’m thinking they must have because for that first km I was running in front of Cathy, in front of! Regardless of the fact I was just ahead of the masses at the starting line and once she passed me I never saw her again...... for that first 6 minutes, I was ahead of Cathy.
The rain came on and off, I swore a few times when my MapMyRun lady told me I was only up to 6km’s, I kept a pretty even pace throughout (though failed big time at having a faster second half), but my biggest achievement was keeping my most positive mental monologue yet.
At 12.5km I wanted to stop/die/sleep, my achilles was killing me but I couldn’t let the OperationMove team down, they would be waiting to hear how it went. Time for another soggy jelly baby.
Maybe it was the scenery, running along a bubbling stream, the lack of hills, the music (which was ace!) or just my sense of achievement. I couldn’t believe this day was finally here, the 18 months of visualizing my beautiful Crazy and MrF at the finishing line cheering me on kept me going. It was soon going to be a reality.
|Crazy about to run the last bit with me|
I finished a respectable 1:34 and rewarded myself with the most painful massage in my whole life, it’s done, it’s over, I’m elated, relived and sore and ready to book in my first half.
|Marjorie Dawes thinks the massage is hilarious|