We (we being Dr. Kim's NRS & Saemijune Cafe Members and I) lined up on today morning at Anyang Chun Park for 4th Yangchun Marathon, Seoul, Korea in what had already become an uncomfortable temperature for running even a short distance. We took our place with thousands of other runners in start area. 15 minutes later, in a giant wave of people, we'd crossed the start line and were on our way.
Today's was the enjoyable Children´s Day and hottest Yangchun Marathon on record and it felt it; hot and sunny. After 8 Km I was still feeling good but our member had started to suffer so a short walk was called for. Now our members had completed the Marathon before, and in a respectable time, so this was something of an unexpected setback. But we were soon off and running again with me offering gentle words of encouragement and our members intimating that we didn't think we'd make it round this time.
At about 10 Km I couldn't hold it any longer-the amount of fluids we'd been taking on board meant I had to stop for a "comfort break". “Only” a 2~3min wait for a drinking water and we were back on our way-by this time in the thick of the walkers. My right knee had started to ache, we both had thumping headaches (due, I presume, to the heat), felt sick on and off and by this stage our body is running out of energy reserves and switching over to burning fat. The problem is our body’s not very good at converting fat in a hurry. In other words, it's getting tough.
By about 15 Km our member had perked up and it was me who was starting to suffer. This wasn't helped by the fact we could not lose the pint of Dr. Bae. Every time we sprinted ahead he would catch us up. By 18 Km we'd dropped into a pattern of walk a bit, run a chunk and were just hoping to get round. The exhaustion at that stage is indescribable. We just want it to end. Switching from walking to running was a question of mind over matter and each time we pushed ourselves to run to the next mile marker then walk a bit and so on. It was the hottest part of the day and my feet were starting to suffer-I could feel my right foot in particular bulging inside my shoe.
At the 20 Km marker one last concerted effort saw us run the final 1 Km to the finish. I cannot describe the relief I felt. Nor the wave of emotion that swept over me, clutching Dr. Bae's hand as we crossed the finish. We started together, we finished together and if it hadn't been for us.
After picking up our medal and walking what seemed like an endless distance to the tube to start the home, we begin to realise which bits of us really ache. 6 of my toes are just giant blisters, blown up to twice their normal size. Add these to the usual aches and pains that prevent you from negotiating staircases or sitting down.
The good news is I lost about 2Kg on today and we also made it round faster than Dr Bae (we'd been told he crossed the line before us but he clearly started well before us too). Sadly our time was very disappointing at 1hr 23min-almost an hour slower than member's previous attempt 2 years ago. I'm just glad we made it in one piece, I know others did not.
Will I ever do it again? Not a chance. My only regret is that our (future) members will forever be able to say that our's got a better marathon time than me. Thank you for all our members support (financial and otherwise).