My ten K. Cont

0 comments Posted by Ly Truong at 3:04 pm




But we did it! Ricky wasn't seen anywhere but that's pretty much typical of Ricky, rocking up late to everything. Bondy left me from the start but I ran pretty much tunnelled vision up until King ford smith drive when Ricky passed me. The probability of bumping into him from 40 or so thousand people was pretty much non existent but it was cool when he swung back around and gave me a 'go hard son' handshake. He inspired me  after he disappeared into the distance when he got swallowed by the crowd. Its always motivating to see someone with so much passion giving it their all. 

I ran past two drink stations until finally becoming thirsty enough to have a quick scib and continue running. I was busting to go since the start line which probably had to do with the load of water I drank before hand but couldn't pull myself to sacrifice the time to wait for the toilet. So I continued, past the Bp on kingford smith, portside, home of brissies best fish and chippies, the Hamo hotel where I used to do security and then finally past Brekky creek, the Jewie hole.

The Inner city bypass proved to be a challenge. By now, even from the pump I had from completing this far, my quads were starting to feel it again when they re-stimulated for the climb since the gateway bridge. It hurt, and my lungs were feeling it. The first incline seemed fairly well taken, but the second slowed me to a fast walk. By now, I felt like my body was shutting down. Blurry vision, dry mouth, thoughts of dissociation from the world (sounds kind of like anti-cholinergic effects doesn't it?) but I regained my 12 volts after a scream from a man behind me, struggling just like myself who was still, going hard. 

So my legs came back, and one foot over the other got me to the top of the final incline where a big red banner in the distance read, 1 kilometre go! I had done it, well, it was all over red rover now. I pumped my arms and continued to swerve inside and out of people, much like I had done all race and it motivated me more. The track seemed to bottleneck now, with the majority of people dying off nearing the end. The group of us headed into the RNA show grounds and this was it. We made our descent into the grounds and after a massive u-turn and a long straight left, 10 kilometres had concluded! 

If this was the most demanding thing that I've ever attempted to put my body through, it definitely didn't feel like it. The adrenaline of completing the 10 kilometres had put me in a state of joy. Turning my head down to click finish on my Nike run tracker put me into euphoria when the time finished read 1.05. I was absolutely screaming, but by then, my body started to scream so I continued on to grab my free t-shirt, some suns cream, thongs, the daily newspaper and met up with the fellas. 

Bondy ran a 1.02 and Ricky the machine, a very much respected 49 minutes. 

Official times came out giving me a pretty accurate 1.04.26.  

Our post workout feed was a high in endorphins (probably less high for Bondy who felt like death apparently) sushi feed, which we racked up pretty intensely; 108 dollars in 20 minutes (I've never seen a sushi train empty before!) 

But the moral of this whole post was to show you that anything can be possible. Never in my entire life did I think that I would ever run 10 kilometres. Never even in the weeks preceding the run did I think I would even finish let alone run it at the time I did (I know, I know, it's not great but I thought it was going to be at least 1.30 or something). 


But I'll tell you, even though I'm really starting to believe it now (I always have haven't I), 

If you want something, you have to go get it.
 If you want to do something with your life, get up and do it. 
Or at least, get someone else to make you do it! 

Thanks Ricky and Bondy, never would of done it without your encouragement and forcefulness, bloody bastards!

My Ten K.

0 comments Posted by Ly Truong at 3:01 pm

Quads! Calves! Everythinggg! Absolutely everything screams in pain at the moment, even while lying here blogging, but the feeling of ecstasy upon crossing that finish line was definitely worth it! I'm not quite sure how I did it but to be real honest, I still can't believe it happened. The 10 kilometer bridge to Brisbane finished as quickly as it started.

We (Ricky, Bondy and I) decided to go for the 10 kilometer some random night out from motivation surfaced from not attempting last years Brisbane to Brisbane. This year, we felt that it wasn't going to happen unless we signed up so we did it, planned to anyways. It wasn't until Ricky signed us up literally two days before, and picked up our running packs the day after that, that reality definitely hit me in the face. I mean, don't get me wrong, I was always keen on doing it someday, just not, that particular day.

With that being said though, we did train for the run. Kind of. Not particularly intense hard training, or the training we thought would of been sufficient, but we did smash out a few cardio sessions. I got a new pair of kicks after an 8 kilometre run in my K-mart volleys after shattering both my knees and ankles. But soon upon beginning my run-in with my new nikes, it felt like being back at square one now with the emphasis on the pain on the arches of my feet. All of the pain slowly began to go away which I reckon had something to do with everything just getting stronger. I did two 6 kilometer sessions at the gym after that but it wasn't until I ran a 3 k-er on the road which put me on my arse. Running on the road was so much harder than running stationary on a treadmill! Everything just wrecked, hams, quads, calves, biceps? But musclular pain could be helped, and I hoped that if my cardiovascular was in check, the pain from the mus-cals could be controlled.

The day came and I was up nice and early. Well, the pumped feeling of actually doing it kept me pretty much up all night anyways (all night was the 4 hours between getting home from work/ Ricky's, to pick up my running pack and 3:30 when I needed to be up). Bondy swung by to pick us up and we were on our way into the early hours of the morning, to a run we've never attempted before.

It was ridiculously cold and while we shared what we had eaten for our pre-run feed (bondy had two kiwi fruits and I raised him four strawberry's), we pretty much arrived at Murarrie; the 4 o'clock traffic was pretty much non-existent (it actually wasn't even pretty much, there was none).

And so it began as soon as we got to parking. Trekking an 800 metres to the start line where THOUSANDS of keen as people lined the street adjacent to the gateway, about to begin as well. The atmosphere was absolutely lively, and I'm assuming the similar 4 o'clock wake up most people had, the liveliness from a caffeine pump was probable?


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