The battle continues

I don’t remember the last time I posted anything on this blog but on Sunday I thought of it and felt that I was not being loyal. Oh, and this was after a very tiring Sunday morning.

Surely some of you are wondering about what happened on Sunday. The Soweto Marathon went very well and my time was 3h59minutes, more than an hour behind the winner. Well done Lufuno.

In this life you sometimes find people who are capable of messing up things that are almost impossible to mess up. I mean people who just wanna show you that they can fuck it up, though it’s almost impossible to, like getting a true or false answer wrong after somewhere someone had already answered it wrong. Anyway that's not what I didn’t.

For some reasons I went to the wrong start venue. I didn’t know about the new venue, though I should have asked the time I registered for the race. Nasrec was the start venue so that’s where the drama started. I was feeling so fresh and also told myself that nothing could stop me from winning the race.

Ask all the boxers who have done twelve rounds with Mike Tyson about how it felt being in the same ring with him on round eight. By that time you are finished but still hoping for a lucky punch. You can hardly through a punch, and as big as he is by then he is almost invisible.

I ran the first 22km in 1h30minutes but it took me 2h29minutes to run the last 20km. I felt like I was in the boxing ring with Tyson but he was very visible on this occasion. The problem was getting closer to him. When you see a board saying 30km, and after running for about 20minutes you see another one saying 33km, that’s not encouraging at all.

As I have already told you, the good thing about Soweto is that taxis are everywhere so when you get tired of running you can always catch a cab. They even hoot to check if you are still up for it or not. I got very tempted but I just didn’t have money on me.

There was a time I couldn’t wait to get to the next water station. I don’t like soft drinks but I have never drunk so much coke than I did on Sunday. Sometimes you get so hungry when running but they don’t serve food at the water stations. 42km is quite long so you can even afford to pass by KFC for a Streetwise two and then carry on with the race on a full stomach.

The time I got to Bara, after absorbing more than 30km, there was this cute face running next to me. We started socialising but the conversation didn’t last long for I couldn’t keep up with her pace. Damn I should have trained harder.

I think the idea of not drinking alcohol worked but it was never supported by regaular training.
I could have won the race if all the people who finished ahead of me didn’t pitch up but they did. Anyway the battle continues.

Peace and luv