Today would have to be the most significant day of my year. I competed in my first marathon, the Auckland Marathon, and finished it in a time of 4 hours 17 minutes. I was planning to do it within 4 hours but I was not too hopeful.
Woke up at 2:30 am to have a breakfast, and get some stuff in order. Around 5:00 am I took the ferry over to Devonport where I waited for over an hour for the race to start.
Finally the race was off. It took around two minutes for me to actually get over the start line, but once I crossed it I took things very slowly. The pack went through Devonport, Takapuna and Northcote along undulating roads. By 10 km I had a time of 64 minutes.
Definitely the highlight of the race was getting to cross the Harbour Bridge. The climb was tough. It wasn't too steep, but it was very long. It was around the 2nd quarter of the race that I started to pick up the pace as I increased my pace on the hills. Around the 20 km mark, I was running just under 2 hours.
Then the pack got smaller and smaller. The third quarter of the course took the runners all the way along the waterfront to St Heliers. The windy conditions along the waterfront made the running very tough and it was around this point that I started to slow down a little. My legs seemed to get heavier and I felt like running through a thick mud. Finally I reached the 31.5 km turnaround point in just over 3 hours.
The final leg back to the city was the toughest. I was definitely hitting the wall and my legs were starting to cramp up. It was here that I had to run intelligently. I was forced to run slower but I tried not to walk, and I was conscious about landing on my feet so that I didn't cramp my legs accidently. I remembered thinking that each step is just one metre closer to the finish line. The distance markers kept coming along, 33, 34, 35, 36 and so on. I gritted my teeth, ignored the pain in my legs and kept on moving. It was the most horrible feeling to be in, but at the same time it was rewarding.
Eventually I got to the 39 km mark at just under 4 hours. I remember picking up the pace. Crowds were willing the runners to go on. There was only 2 km to go! Eventually I reached the 42 km mark, turned the corner with the finish line in sight. I made a final sprint, took out two runners who were obviously in agony, and crossed the finish line with my arms in the air. I felt like a champion.
After the race, I had to participate in a dehydration study. It was obvious that I was dehydrated as I couldn't produce enough spit. When they took my weight, I was actually heavier than when they took my weight the first time. I attribute that to too much eating in the days before the race, and it probably slowed me down a touch.
And I had difficulty walking afterwards as my legs started tightening up. It's a bit better now, but it will take some time to recover from this huge effort.
The feeling of completing the marathon is unlike any other feeling experienced. Only a tiny fraction have completed this and it puts you into that special category of people. I highly recommend it to everyone and I can't wait to start getting back into training for the next one.
Every finishing line becomes the starting line for the next goal. Impossible is nothing.