I have never been a runner. Last time that I had done any running was probably about sixteen years ago in school. However for some odd reason this year on May the 17th, in a mad rush after work, I bought a pair of sneakers and headed out for a run at half 5. I recalled it only lasted about five minutes, a 1KM run and it was raining at the time. I was so out of breath when I got home that I had to rest on the couch for a good half and hour to recover. I never knew running could be that hard but decided to press on, determined to have a go at it with patience. So I started a walk and run programme which lasted for about a month. At which point I made up my mind to take part in a quarter marathon as part of the annual Auckland Marathon even though the longest run I could managed comfortably was only about a minute.
I had drawn up a sixteen weeks training programme but wasn’t sure whether I would be able to see it through. Long runs were exceptionally difficult then. It wasn’t until the eighth week that I was confident enough to do the long runs but I made the mistake of pushing myself too hard. Body was showing signs of overtraining especially the right leg which I had written considerably about. Rather than reiterating it here, suffice to say that I have learnt a lot from the experience and happy to say that I am running a lot better now as a result. There were a few set backs, not uncommon during training but I managed to do all the runs in the end.
After four months of running four days a week, I felt I was ready for the big day, which was on the 30th of October, a Sunday. I had a great time but was surprised that I felt down the following day. I was emotionally drained for a few days after that. It wasn’t until Friday that I felt I was myself again. In hind sight, now that I have time to digest, it is understandable that after months of training for the race, I felt a sense of accomplishment but also a release of emotions and a sense of lost. Especially that I have gone from running to none at all for about a week to allow my body to recover from the race. That was my first ever race and training so a lot to absorb to say the least. Anyway, I am glad that all is well again now. I have fully recovered both physically and emotionally, ready and eager to run again, looking at half marathon next perhaps.
Before I head off, I ought to at least write a bit about the race itself. Not sure how I would describe it other than I had the most amazing time to put it mildly. I have heard and read various experiences but one thing is for sure, now I know experience trumped it all. No doubt my next race might be different but this time, all I can recall was that I didn’t even realise I was running and had forgotten about the distance. That was probably the most surprising aspect of it all. I am happy to say that there were only pluses this time albeit the post race blues.
That was my longest and fastest run to date and to top it up, it was a problem free run so couldn’t be more pleased with the outcome. That said, I am happy to list my very first PR for a 10.55KM race as 1.09.05 and unashamedly call myself a runner :)