Well, it was a day of hellish heat, but I triumphed. If you call a time of 2:15:14:2 a triumph.
The race began at 10:15 AM, and the thermometer was already at 25 degrees Celcius. Add in some humidity, no wind, and the body heat of 7800 people, and you’ve got some uncomfortable conditions for running, baby!
My pace was steady, although slower than the 10K pace a ran a few weeks ago. I was fine, although extremely warm, and every cup of water was used as both interior fuel and outer coolant.
At around the 16K mark (my previous best), people began to fall by the wayside. I stopped to help a man sit down, as he was about to faint. I’ve never seen anyone so absolutely worn out. There were more and more bodies by the side of the road, and quite a few instances of vomit. Somehow, I managed to survive.
I was quite fascinated in the different body types. Some people looked scarily fit, yet dropped out. Others, you’d swear they’d never even heard of a treadmill, and they ran by me like I was standing still. Consider this a lesson, a warning, and a hopeful message: you can never judge a person’s abilities from outer appearance.
So, finally, exhausted yet weirdly happy (I crossed the finish with a huge grin on my face), I accomplished my goal. One more thing off my list.
Now, I have to put a full marathon on the list, but that can wait for a while, I think.