That's right - I'm a marathon virgin no longer. Completed my first one today. Was at the starting line at 0545 hrs, sucking in the atmosphere of anticipation, nervousness, and others who were chomping at the bit, in the dawning darkness.
The run was flagged off at 0600 hrs, and it was a nice jaunt in the first 10 km. The powergel was taking effect, and I was cruising up to about 12 km. Then I had to slow down as my legs were protesting, and my blisters started to make thier presence felt.
Picked up the pace after I got used to the discomfort, and managed to slice off about 5 to 6 minutes off my previous half-marathon timing. The weather was nice and cool, which was surprising, and it helped as the morning was out of its slumber. Time check 0820 hrs. Headed onto a stretch on the beach, and saw some of my friends already on their way back. Dammit!
My thighs were now cramping up as I hit my 30 km mark, and I struggled to the nearest water station at 31 km to grab much needed hydration, and get my blisters fixed. Rubbed muscle-relief ointment on my thighs, and ploughed on.
Comng up to 35 km mark, and I had started to walk. Dammit - it's only 7-plus km more, but it felt like a thousand miles away. Forced myself to jog very lightly again, and focused my thoughts on the finish. I dedicated the last 6 km to my family; one for each member.
Finally crossed the finish line in a time that was respectable given my condition, and I felt relief and elation! I have completed my first marathon. Will I do another? I haven't quite decided. Ask me in a few months.
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