The high after the race

It’s been just over a week since KK finished his very first Comrades marathon race. We’ve enjoyed many evenings of analyzing it, discussing the highs and lows, the plans for the up run next year and the sad story of the runner who died just as he finished his race. It’s also been quite relaxing not to have to get up at ungodly hours to run or to plan our weekends around a race calendar.

The most wonderful part for me was running the journey alongside KK as his supporter. The training, the eating plan and the gym sessions. Even completing numerous half marathons while I waited for him to run full ones. But the two highlights for me came as the sun rose and set on the 1st June.Comrades marathon start & finish

As we dropped KK off on the morning at the start of the Comrades race in Pietermaritzburg, he could hardly talk. In the 17 years that I’ve known him, I’ve never seen him so nervous. But the exhaustion & joy on his face when I finally found him on the field at Sahara Park after the race with his medal around his neck is a sight I’ll never forget. I was overcome with emotion and pride.

Comrades marathon bronze medal

So people have asked me if I’ll be tackling the up run with him next year. Um… not a chance! The bug hasn’t bitten and I don’t think it ever will. The Comrades marathon is an enormous physical and emotional challenge which I’m so glad KK has conquered. But for now, I’m sticking to those half marathons thanks.

NYC Marathon viewing

A week ago I sat in front of the TV watching thousands of runners take on the New York marathon. The picture is all too familiar, thousands upon thousands of excited runners streaming over the start line as they make their way over the Brooklyn Bridge. It’s absolutely mind blowing when you see it!

NYC marathon

But during the broadcast on SuperSport, there was a break in transmission and the commentator apologized for the picture being ‘stuck’ on the camera at the starting line. He apologized that the viewers were watching the slow back-markers instead of the leading pack – not compelling viewing at all in his opinion.

But he was wrong because I was mesmerized! It suddenly occurred to me that if I was running the race, that I would most probably be running in that group of runners. I’m averaging 8 minutes per km and not very fast so when I run my races, I’m typically in the back as it is now.

I was overcome with a mixture of excitement and incredible nervousness for these runners knowing just how far their race was and how long they’d be out there. But I was also full of inspiration.

It proved once again to me that it doesn’t matter where you start or when you finish in a race, every runner’s marathon is their own! I hope each and every one of them went home with tired feet, happy hearts and a medal around their neck!

(Images from Google. The photo of my TV is my own.)