Darwin City to Surf 2012

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Well, we did it, and despite missing out on running for so many months, did better than last year.

The course was a little different, but still basically the same, and the temp and humidity were perfect for a morning waddle. I was a bit worried as the humidity had been up much higher in the past few days, but it was just lovely. The change in course meant we weren’t running into the sun for any great length of time, which was a bit of a killer last year. So much for winter!

I read my notes from last year, which basically said I was running on empty from the 8K mark, so I made sure I had a meal shake an hour before. Thought I was pretty smart too, until I was hacking up the snot running down the back of my throat 5K in (sorry for the TMI there!), and it took me another 3K to realise that the shake has milk powder in it. What a dork. Wouldn’t have done much to my time I’m sure, but it kinda screwed with my chi a bit… shan’t be making that mistake again!

I took a couple of Gu in case I felt the need, and I did break one out at the 9.5/10K mark. More than giving me an added boost, it made the time go really quickly, as I was preoccupied with rolling the crap around in my mouth and then swallowing it all! The drink stations were in the wrong place for me – I think I’ll try a little hand held bottle next year for emergencies. Not that I felt like I was going to die at any time, but it was annoying.

The crowd was good and well behaved, none of the jostling or track blocking behaviours that I’ve seen in previous races. And thank fuck – NO PRAMS! Although I do wonder why they started the shorter race before the longer one, because we did run into them… even I did, so that means the guys in front who powered away must’ve been falling over them.

It was also good to see the local firies getting involved, and running in their heavy suits. At least they didn’t have to wear their boots or breathing apparatus ūüôā We will donate some money to the Make A Wish Foundation on their behalf – we don’t usually carry money when running! At the end we got Powerade and Mount Franklin water (as Powerade were the sponsors this year), and I’m ashamed to admit I sculled a red one. I know it’s the same¬†anatomically¬†as a can of coke, but I REALLY like the red one, and haven’t had one for over a year now, so I think maybe just this once??

He did 1:12 (last year 1:20) and I did 1:24 (last year 1:40), and I think we didn’t do too bad at all.

(and WHY, do I want to go trail running???? Now! WTF?)

And another day passes…

I didn’t want to go for a run tonight – I was tired and cranky after starting a long day at 4am after yet another crap nights sleep, it was hot (it’s always hot. only the humidity varies.), and my knee was sore (unknown – perhaps I crossed my legs at some stage?) – PLUS I’ve already done 6 days, surely I can rest for ONE???

The lush of my life wanted to go. He looked worse than I did, and he still wanted to go. 100K in a month? Wasn’t that his bloody idea in the first place? Didn’t I say ‘Challenge accepted’ in a public arena? So I had a teaspoon of HTFU, rubbed some tiger balm into my knee, and off we went.

I knew he was tired, cos he kept up with me. Normally, that’s a bad enough thing in itself, but today I decided to start the 5K plan I’ve loaded off miCoach (yes, I know they shit me to tears. But it’s so COMFY!), and there was a lot of ‘blue zone’ running – aka the kind of pace you feel bad for being that slow, and wish your shirt said: ‘I’m not running slow, I’m training for an ultra!’- so it was UBER slow for him. And if that wasn’t bad enough, once we’d cooled down, I did some pilates – the same¬†exercise¬†that I started and abandoned the other day. And it was still tough. But – I made it all the way through (okay, so I suck at it, but everyone has to start somewhere, right???), and then he gave it a go. He’d said he would do it with me next time, after my first effort when I said how sore it was but how good I thought it would be, and he did. No prompting required.

I’m so lucky to have someone in my life who tolerates – nay, EMBRACES- my follies and foibles. He cooks and eats quinoa and lentils, runs with me and lets me cry on his shoulder when the scales hate me, without being patronising or condescending. Okay, so he’s probably just really, really good at pretending he’s interested, but that works for me.

He’s the bestest bestershischist ever.