Nervous as hell. Knee not in great shape, but my physio Moira has OK’ed me for the race. D. and I are heading off for our first stab at a big run, the ‘City2Surf’ race, 14km from Sydney city centre to Bondi Beach. It should be good, but I’ll reserve judgement until I get back in one piece.
Wish me luck…
WE DID IT!!
Yes, its true, we both managed the City2Surf. I had been so worried because of my knee injury picked up a couple of weeks ago, that I thought was going to mean I couldn’t run. Thanks to my physiotherapist Moira, I managed to get through everything pain-free, until the end. D. did it too, which is awesome… I’m so proud of her! Especially considering that when we landed her in February we couldn’t run to Coogee beach, just over the hill, without stopping once each way.
The training for hills was the best thing… everyone had been going on and on about ‘Heartbreak Hill’, a nightmare stretch on the way up to Vaucluse, 7km into the race, where the will to live is rumoured to be sapped away from any normal runner. I took it really easy at the start in preparation for Heartbreak Hill, after ditching a pair of Diesel StyleLab trousers as I’d just missed the personal belongings trucks. I didn’t really like them anyway. The vibe was superb down there – a real carnival atmosphere. When the gun went it was like a festival when the main act comes on, everyone was shouting and screaming… Along the route a band was ripping out ‘Walk This Way’ – such a great lift as they were totally on it. The rest is a blur of sunshine and the sounds of thousands of feet hitting the road, the huge surf at Bondi Beach and a painful walk home.
I’m off for a lie down now so later…