Then the left calf gave way, and starting from calves, to knees, to hamstrings, to thigh muscles, every one started to cramp. For the first time in all the years I have been racing, I stop to accept muscle rub, three times during the race. Twice, I pulled down my calf guards to slather on the cream in a valiant attempt to sooth the pain. And I gel myself to puke-dom, I consumed 10 gels this race! Sam the Canadian, looked at me with horror and asked me how I kept it all down. I don't know Sam, I was too consumed with pain from the 31km to the finish line!
So yes, the race was lost at the 30km mark. First the pink-ballooned 4:30 pacers sailed by me, I tried to, but failed to keep pace. By the 33km mark, I was reduced to brisk walking. By the 40km mark, the 4:45 pacers ran by, all I could do was stare and keep walking.
In the end, I did enough to equal last year's timing of 4:47.
I went to the agreed meeting spot of the war memorial after the run. Sat on floor and couldn't/didn't get up until Sam came over. And then miraculously, Zilsons came by to drive me to a steak lunch and home. I am so blessed. A had left earlier as he hurt his knee again - but of cos he chased a 4:11 timing incensed by being forced into the over 5hours start pen. HY, SS bettered their last year's timing and Peter completed his first ever marathon in a grueling 7:14 battle. The first marathon is never easy.
Glad we all overcame our pain/ghosts. Until next year, Stanchart...
My prep kit - 2 days before! Talk about being well-prepared. See my knee tapes all neatly cut and ready?
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