Yeeeeehaaaa! I knocked the bugger off!! Not quite Sir Ed but I ran 18km over the Rimutaka Incline.
10km up a freaking hill and amazingly, 8km down the hill. It is not even half a marathon but it I have been lifting weights and balancing on balls and jogging up hills and swimming in pools all in preparation for the big sailing adventure and this puppy is the top of endurance-o-thon so far.
In 2010 I set myself a goal of running a half marathon. (Not achieved.) I had my sights set on the Wellington one in June, I trained like I have never trained before. Dashkin and I were out in all weathers pounding the pavement, tearing up the tarmac. I shed some pounds, I felt great and then I injured myself. It hurt like billy-oh and with a hit dance show on the horizon I had to go easy on the training. When the day of the race dawned, and it was utter shite, (think horizontal rain) I decided I couldn’t take a 11 month old child out in that ( I ain’t ever gonna be irresponsible) and so wasn’t too upset to be snuggled up in bed.
But the old Do It, Make It Happen, Blacksmith family motto kept nagging away at me. Like this “come on loser, if you can’t get your act together to jog to the Wairarapa how are you gonna sail across the seas? eh? ” Damn you internal monologue.
There was only one thing for it, to do it. So I did.
Speaking of internal monologues here is a list of the things I thought about while running. I know, what you think is funny when you are stoned in your lounge room is not funny on stage but this is where the blog turns diary, so indulge me.
- Start slow, shoulders over hips
- I will have thighs of steel
- Do not walk… only losers walk
- I am legend
- V is disgusting- but fark me it works
- Broom sure does look pretty, although it is not native so should I be admitting to liking it?
- ahhh it feels like summer
- don’t walk
- dear god don’t let there be rats in the tunnel
- there could be a killer lurking in the tunnel
- what if there is a dead body rotting in the grass
- I feel surprisingly good
- I am almost at the end.
- What are all those school boys doing?
- Look! The end.
- Ace. Show me the pies.