Home today, to sore for work... stupid marathon, why did i run it? Oh yeah shiny... Apparently The Red Lady of Lin is to blame. Her effots in the half marathon many moons ago inspired my lady to also set herself the goal of doing the half-marathon, which lead directly to her desire for the shiny medals, given she didn't get one and all the marathon runners did.
The marathon itself was a roller-coaster of emotion... the mind playing tricks before the event with the "do we really want to get up at 3am just to run 42km?" to the pre-start high of excitement. The start of a bit of boredom about 1hr into the event with the realisation you will be out here for at least 4 more (or 5 more as the case turned out to be.) The annoyance at my body for needing to pee every drink station, the tiredness of the hills on the devonport side, and the bridge which goes up and up... The worst was to come, 30km mark the legs started to fail, pain through my knees and hips when I ran, cramps in my calves and thighs when I walked. I kept myself moving, despite the very real desire to pull out, mostly thanks to Karen and her desire to keep going. Somehow I made it back along the water front, back to victoria park and the finish line, with the joy and near-tears of completing the marathon, with the knowledge I need never do that again.
Other things that have happened this past week is NumberNine trying to convince me to sign up to #NaNoWriMo, the NAtional NOvel WRIters MOnth, where you challenge is to write a 50,000 word novel in a month. He seems to be committed (as committed as he gets) to a post-modern semi-fictonal account of his life... I was wondering if i could write a meta-fictional commentry on his novel, though really I have less time than him to do it.... I was just considering using the excuse of #NaNoWriMo to work on my other projects instead.... I shall think about it...
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