Apart from feeling anxious that my house was burning down, the whole run was great. I just did it at my own pace - my own race. As always my music was my best friend - I even made a "Kate's 3rd Half Marathon playlist"! :) I was feeling fine throughout - there was only slight pain and I just powered through. I ran past the new bride and groom doing a photoshoot in the middle of the road :) I ran past the girl getting treated by medics. I ran past her again and an ambulance had arrived. :( I ran through the point where my face starts
|Picking up my bib the day before|
There's always a Then.
At about the 18km mark, I started stressing out. I was one of the last people left on the course. There was one girl, a group of 3 friends, and me. I think we were it. The girl and the group of friends kept walk/run/walk/run. Which is fine, I don't care what others do. But what bothered me was they kept looking back to, I can only assume, see where I was at. As soon as I'd overtake them, they'd start running again to
|Lining up to start|
Aside from that, was my biggest upset. I was almost coming last. Now I know that many of you reading this, especially my big brother Greg will be jumping up and down around about now but hear me out. I've been thinking heaps about this and I think I've been describing it wrong. I know that running a half marathon is incredible. I don't downgrade the biggest dream I have had at all. It is huge. And I ran 3 of them in 7 weeks. That's even more huge. For someone who never exercised a year ago,
|One thing I wrote on my arm|
|The other thing I wrote|
Does this even make sense? Probably not. I guess what I mean is, it's the memory of old awful events that upset me, rather than the act itself. Think of it like how a middle aged man may shudder when he's on a baseball field, because it reminds him of when he used to get
So I'm at the 18km mark and I realised this had happened. I knew it would - but up to this
point I was trying to do the grown up thing of not caring. But it's easy to think that until it actually happens. I was fine - but as the course grew more and more empty, I started getting upset. I checked my phone at about 19km and noticed that Greg and another friend Tracey had texted me. Both sent beautiful messages that pepped me up. I could see fireworks in the distance, I was finishing off a half marathon (!), there was a beautiful breeze coming from the water, I had friends supporting me....but the last thing was almost happening again. :( Flashback City.
I SMS'd back some sad messages about coming 'almost last'. I tried my hardest to focus but it's the embarrassment. You try running against crowds of people leaving an event, watching the lone runner run towards the Finish banner. There was a medic cyclist circling me and if he got any closer I was going to ask him to go away because it was drawing more attention to me and upsetting me even more. I hate that. But I just kept going. There were no tears, just grit in my legs and focus on my face.
"Don't worry...don't worry...don't worry..." was going through my head. I was trying to focus. I was almost there. I was willing the girl and the friends group to just let me stay in front. They had support - just let me be second last, not very last. Please.
Then, about 300m before the Finish banner, this amazing thing happened that I will never forget. Tracey, who had finished her own 5km event hours earlier (while jet lagged mind you!) appeared and started running alongside me. Instantly I was ok. I suddenly couldn't care less if the girl or friends overtook me again. Because now I wasn't alone. Tracey was beside me.
|These girls <3|
100m on, other friends, Kylie and Rina, who were screaming cheers for me, also joined us, and they ran alongside me as well. All of my fears dissipated. All I could feel was love and all I could see was the Finish banner. I ran through with a fist pump jump for the cameras.
I managed to walk a few metres to get my
|Fist pump and a half!!|
|Me with the gorgeous Mel|
I made it under the cut off time and I wasn't last. Not that I cared any more anyway :) That's what it's all about. They say pain is temporary but stories last forever. This is always true for me. And now also, embarrassment is temporary but friendships last forever. :)
Other similar stories from the last few weeks are two friends who helped make some of my goals a reality! Ange and Alana - let's just call them my A Team :)
My goal for Week 5 was called Kate Jordan - it was to play basketball again. Not necessarily ongoing in an official team, but just like I used to 'play' it. Across the road from my hotel after
|Reactivating my basketball love|
Anyway my gorgeous friend Alana remembered I had this goal and while my mind had been elsewhere in the past few weeks, she encouraged me, we made a date, and set out to do it: 5:30am, just Alana, me, and the mountain. It took us about 7 hours, we trekked 20km and we burnt just under 3000 calories in the process. SSS eat your heart out. Each time we reached the top, we'd stop to eat and skull some water
|The beautiful Alana - 4 x Kokoda baby!! (Yes, I broke my glasses in the process!)|
Onto the next adventure soon, but I just wanted to share these little stories with you. I am so thankful to be surrounded by friends like these. #luckiestgirlintheworld
|On my way to the Twilight half|
|Coolest wedding photos ever!|
|(Trying to) sprint towards the end - thank you for this photo Court|
|'Finished' - that's all I wanted|
|My own little recovery station :)|
|Greg and Ruth sent me this before the run - loved it|
|I heart basketball|
|1 Kokoda lap|
|2 Kokoda laps!|
|3 Kokoda laps! (And 4 is above!)|
|Just call me Jane (as in Tarzan)|