Tuesday, May 12, 2009

21.1kms

The two-oceans marathon goes around the Cape and runners go past the Atlantic and the Indian oceans. Two oceans - simple huh. I didn't see either ocean as I chickened out and just did the half marathon - 21.1ks.

Let me stress - I am not a runner. I hate running. Running is something people who are not co-ordinated enough to play a ball sport do. It is for people who have been bad. Very bad. for people who need to punish themselves.

I am not one of these people. But I have done the Argus (109km cycle) and maintain that anyone can do it and I wanted to see how bad THIS was. And the answer...

It wasn't that bad.

Did I train? Well, yes. I had five training runs. None longer than 10ks. Two in Ireland and three in SA - up to cath's house. You see, I really hate running. So why should I train for something I hate doing? I needed to finish in three hours - that was the cut-off. That is why i did my initial training run - to see how fast/ slow I was. I finished the 10km run in one hour. In my mind that meant that come the day, I only had to do another 11kms in 2 hours - and I reckoned I could walk that fast - so why train more?

I got the heads up from my boet and other runners... vaseline round the groin and plasters on the nipples are a must... chaff can cause bleedy nipples and no-one wants that. Plasters? didn't have any. but Cath's mom had some... so I ran with the little mermaid plasters on my nipples. Nice touch...

You know you want to see that, don'tcha?




In the end I ran with Tim and Kim Lambley - and we did it in about 2:30. The important thing was that I beat Tim. And I would have run faster but he held Kim and I back. He's such a wet panty. I kept saying 'let's push on guys' and he'd say 'No, Alan, you're too strong for me, slow down damn you, you iron man you'. Yep, that's what he said. Ask Kim.


Dave (Cath's boet) has spotted me and runs alongside his muscular hero.


The guy in the black top behind me actually won the race. This was me catching and passing for second place at the time. But I then stopped and chatted to Cath for a while.
Winning isn't everything to me.

These photos were in no way posed by the way.

This was going past Cath's house. She gave me an energy drink and some bar-ones.
Tim needed the energy drink more than me so he glugged it all down but I ate the chocolate - Cath HAD gone to all that effort. I chatted to Cath for about 20 minutes, I reckon, and I also read the Weekend Argus and a short novel before carrying on, and then caught Tim and Kim in about five minutes.



All in all it wasn't as bad as I thought it would be... the worst part was getting those bloody plasters off my nipples.



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