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.
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!
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