Well where has everyone been! Ok, I've been swamped with work, school, water polo and shwarma consumption, but I thought I'd take a trip down memory lane as sort of a comeback post.
About 3 weeks ago I answered the call of champions again, and ran in the Bahrain Team Marathon. Unlike last year's challenge though, I was dropped down to the 11th spot on the team. This wasn't related to any performance factors, only because I was asked to participate at the last minute.
"Pphhh. Sure, I'll run that little trot." I blurted out.
The morning of the race was much more mellow than 2010. I woke-up at Martin's house around 8am, had some coffee, watched a little rugby, stretched for 3 minutes, and then took a nap...ok, I only stretched for 45 seconds.
Julie (Martin's wife), Martin and I headed out to our run posts. The weather was incredible and I was actually feeling pretty good. Both Martin and Julie performed their legs without incident, so I was fired-up when I took the baton. I raced off down the road feeling very strong. My leg was pretty simple this year, except that I was told it would feel longer than it actually was.
"You'll come down that hill and see a traffic light about 700 meters away. By this time you'll be a bit winded, so turning here and heading for the finish line will be the desire. But no mate, you have another light to run to, and it's another 1/2 mile away!"
Well I hit that light and sure enough, I was wishing the run was coming to an end. This was about a mile and a half into my leg, so I was starting to feel winded (this is the one time I run during the year.). I passed under the traffic light, briefly excited to be actually gaining on another runner ahead of me. I tried to pick-up the pace. Then, out of nowhere, a gawky running woman strode by me. She was running with an odd hitch, but she was passing me with ease! I suddenly felt like I was cracking cement with my lumbering strides. That second light came much too late for me. I turned the corner and the finish line was in the distance. I pushed hard and passed that first runner towards the end. That's the last time a 14 year old girl tries to outpace my running prowess. VICTORY!!!!
Here's me with a sweet orange shirt and Cheerio-sized medal.
About 3 weeks ago I answered the call of champions again, and ran in the Bahrain Team Marathon. Unlike last year's challenge though, I was dropped down to the 11th spot on the team. This wasn't related to any performance factors, only because I was asked to participate at the last minute.
"Pphhh. Sure, I'll run that little trot." I blurted out.
The morning of the race was much more mellow than 2010. I woke-up at Martin's house around 8am, had some coffee, watched a little rugby, stretched for 3 minutes, and then took a nap...ok, I only stretched for 45 seconds.
Julie (Martin's wife), Martin and I headed out to our run posts. The weather was incredible and I was actually feeling pretty good. Both Martin and Julie performed their legs without incident, so I was fired-up when I took the baton. I raced off down the road feeling very strong. My leg was pretty simple this year, except that I was told it would feel longer than it actually was.
"You'll come down that hill and see a traffic light about 700 meters away. By this time you'll be a bit winded, so turning here and heading for the finish line will be the desire. But no mate, you have another light to run to, and it's another 1/2 mile away!"
Well I hit that light and sure enough, I was wishing the run was coming to an end. This was about a mile and a half into my leg, so I was starting to feel winded (this is the one time I run during the year.). I passed under the traffic light, briefly excited to be actually gaining on another runner ahead of me. I tried to pick-up the pace. Then, out of nowhere, a gawky running woman strode by me. She was running with an odd hitch, but she was passing me with ease! I suddenly felt like I was cracking cement with my lumbering strides. That second light came much too late for me. I turned the corner and the finish line was in the distance. I pushed hard and passed that first runner towards the end. That's the last time a 14 year old girl tries to outpace my running prowess. VICTORY!!!!
Here's me with a sweet orange shirt and Cheerio-sized medal.
