Blogathon post 12/30
Today is guest post day for the blogathon and I am very fortunate that Caroline Lee gave me permission to use her Comrades 2013 write-up for my blog. Thanks again Caroline!
It was easily the toughest race of my life - even worse than my last minute untrained 100 miler (160 km!!!) in December last year. My dad said age is catching up - time to give up.
As usual, I have 2 watches on. But I had to keep the other watch on time function because it runs out of battery by 7 hours on GPS and I HAD to know what time of day it was. No way I was going to be finished by 7 hours. Who did I think I was, A seeding???
It was actually quite a relief to have the wind in my face (strong I know), but it blew on my wet clothes and it did cool me down.
Polly Shortts.... sigh.... walk up the hill. Try to walk up a little faster. People were falling like flies all around us. Every few meters or so, someone was lying on the road side. All I could do was look at them and make sure they looked alright. Nobody looking blue, nobody looking too pale, nobody looking like they desperately need help. Ok. sigh of relief. I don't have to do anything. Concentrate on walking up the hill. Concentrate on following my friend Sharon, who is powering up the hill like a machine! Can't keep up. Oh well.... lost sight of her.
The long anticipated and pre race eagerly awaited Pink Drive area came up at 4km to go. They all looked at me and just pushed me along. They knew there was no time to waste any longer. No time for the usual dance. No time for the usual hugs and cheers. No time for the camera posing and the usual video interviews. It's a race against time, on legs that simply refused to oblige, no matter how hard I tried to persuade them.
And as I crossed the finished line, within a few seconds, I was retching and vomiting in the corner, hanging on the barriers. And my feet just went, and I lied down on the cool grass and I thought "just sleep a little. It's so nice here"... and the next thing I was picked up by a stretcher and taken to the medical tent. I remember the guy saying to someone "get her the medal. Don't forget her medal" and he put the medal around my neck in my dazed and half conscious state.
After much stumbling around, I finally found my club tent, and my wonderful club mates supported me all the way there and handed me into the capable and loving hands of my friend Veronica who took care of me the rest of the way back to the hotel. Don't know what I would have done without her tender loving care. Seriously tender loving care. Thank you with my whole heart, my friend.
You see.... long story.