A couple of months ago, Kate casually mentioned in a
conversation about our upcoming holiday that we would be participating in the
Pittsburgh Marathon, and as you can imagine this was quite a surprise and the
response I gave was ‘are you out of your mind?!’ or words to that effect....
It was then explained to me that it would actually be the
Marathon Relay, and it was going to be a way of paying tribute to Kate’s
grandfather who passed away in 2005 and be a good way of raising money for the
NCCC. So I agreed and started upping my running routine. However, closer to our
departure date I got two shocking bits of info my loving girlfriend failed to
mention to me; the first was the fact that the leg I would be expected to run
would be around 10kms (way above
what I was used to) and the other was that the Marathon would be on the SECOND
day after flying in. This did not
fill my heart with glee. With this new information I then began to try and run the entire perimeter of our
500ha soft-release cheetah enclosure at the NCCC, which was around 10km. By
the time of us flying out I could get around it somewhat uncomfortably in
around and hour and 10 minutes, far from spectacular!
As my previous blog explained the journey out here had
left me feeling half dead and the night before the marathon Kate was also
feeling the effects of a long two days of traveling. We would spend the night at Rob’s house (Kate’s brother) in
the city and we both hoped we would awake in the morning feeling much more with
it.
The alarm went of at 5.30am, we dragged ourselves out of bed,
put on our relay tribute shirts to Kate’s grandfather and some coffee and
bagels later Rob drove us and Kate’s sister Allie into Pittsburgh. Kate and I we
were feeling pretty good…. Allie who had also been wrangled into doing the run
at short notice and not a morning person was understandably not overly happy with proceedings!
It is here I should mention what a beautiful city Pittsburgh
is with its bridges and attractive skyscrapers and as we entered the city we
found plenty of activity with runners making their way to their starting
positions. It was also a clear
sunny day and starting to warm up Africa style.
Our first stop was to drop Allie off at her relay exchange
point as she would be running the second leg, Kate’s cousin Erin at this point
had just set off at the start of the marathon on leg 1 (Erin would continue and run the half marathon). I was then put on a shuttle and taken to
my exchange point where I would wait for Kate who would be running leg three. I
had anticipated to be quite bored waiting for Kate to arrive but the atmosphere
was really great with spectators and waiting relay runners cheering and
clapping the professional runners as they ran past as well as giving the
incoming relay runners lots of support. It was here I started to feel carried
away with the spirit of the event and had thoughts of continuing onto the
finish line after handing over to Kate’s cousin Kari on the final leg. I was
wide wake, I felt good and wanted to rise up to the challenge of my rivals.
The clock read 2h.38min and our team number was called over
the speakers and I spotted Kate in the distance….my turn was up. I gave Kate
her medal, a quick kiss and I was away! Playing in my ears was inspirational
music I had pre-chosen specially and I felt the eye of the tiger within me!
However, I had been running for around five minutes when I started
to feel something wrong with my legs, a pain right down both of my shins, aka
‘shin splints’. It suddenly dawned on me that whilst training in Namibia I had
been running on dirt roads and now I was running on tarmac. I was now seriously worried I wouldn’t
be able to make the exchange point let alone the end of the race. I slowed my
pace down and hoped to run off the pain and thankfully, slowly but surely my
legs started to recover. I had aimed not to stop even once but felt I had to be careful and
so I stopped to stretch my legs out. After that I was able to pick up my pace
and make some progress on some runners who had overtaken me, including a relay woman
in a tutu. Pictured below is one of her relay team mates:
It was getting pretty hot at this point but there were
plenty of fluid stations along the course with volunteers handing out water,
Gatorade and oranges. There were also lots of local residents standing outside
their houses cheering us on and spraying their hosepipes onto the course.
My stamina levels felt really good but every now and then my
calf muscle felt a little strange
(I did something to this muscle working in the weeks just before flying
out) and I knew it would be unwise to try and go to the end. However, I decided
to really make an effort and try to finish my leg within an hour, I was also
determined to catch the tutu woman!
I had no idea how long I had run for and found myself running along a long street; right at the end I
could see shade tents (which I knew were present at the exchange points) and a
gathering of lots of people. I thought it must be the exchange point and therefore I was on the final
stretch of my leg; so I started gunning it, tutu woman in my sights. I was
flying past runners and eventually the pink blur of the tutu whizzed past and
behind me, victory! However, upon reaching the scene of activity I discovered
that it was not the exchange point and simply a larger fluid station with a
street band and happy on lookers............Bollocks!
As I ran around the corner, I was faced with another
extremely long street. But there was no way I was going to let anyone who I had
passed overtake me again, especially the tutu woman! So I dug deep and kept a
steady pace. I heard one onlooker clapping support and shouting ‘2kms to go!’
and I have to admit those two kilometres were hard. But thankfully my legs held
up and I made it to the exchange point where I handed over to Kate’s cousin Kari
who gave me my medal. I had finished with a time of 59 minutes and 40 seconds,
with tutu woman behind me!
After catching my breath and chugging some water I jumped on
a shuttle that took me close to the finishing line. The traffic now was slow and by the time I got dropped off and walked
over to the family reunion area Kari had long finished and I was the last to meet up
with everyone, which included more of Kate’s family. Kate greeted me like a worried mother who had lost her child in a Mall....no faith! I was introduced to everybody; her cousin Geraghty had
run the entire Marathon, and her Aunt Beth, Uncle Jim along with Erin’s mother
Barb had run the half marathon.
Obviously we were all very tired, but back at Rob’s house
his wife Bev had prepared a pretty spectacular spread of food to refuel
us. Kate’s parents were there as
well as her Grandmother who was extremely grateful for our efforts in memory of
her husband, Harry. It was a great feeling to have been a part of it plus we
have raised quite a bit of money for the NCCC. A successful day all round I
think you would say :)
So Harry’s Harriers total time total time was 4 hours, 28
minutes and 8 seconds, finishing 545
th out of 924. Not bad considering
and something to be proud of!