December 14, 2010 in Uncategorized
If you live in Cape Town you’ll know that the past few days have been horrendous as far as the wind goes. And Saturday morning, the day of the Avbob 15km race, was no exception. It was howling like a banshee.
That’s what I woke up to on Saturday morning at 5am. Then I tried to get out of bed and almost crushed my poor pooch on the floor when I ever-so-elegantly stumbled like an old drunk man at closing time towards the dressing table where I clumsily landed and knocked everything over… all this because we had done some serious deadlifts on Friday morning at CrossFit and I hadn’t realised how sore my lower back and derriere were when I got up.
So after gathering myself I decided that I was too sore and it was too windy to run. So I climbed back into bed.
But then the guilt took over and I started thinking that maybe I should just run since I hadn’t managed the triathlon because I was sick.
So up I got, more carefully this time, and went to the bathroom. I stood and stared at my running shoes for a while, listening to the howling wind battering the plants against the window and whistling like a madman through any nook and cranny it could find. It did not sound inviting.
So back to bed I trotted.
By then hubby was awake and getting frustrated so practically booted me out of bed again.
And that’s how I found myself 20 minutes later standing at the start line trying not to shiver in the cool morning air and contemplating how well a 15km run could really go in wind like that. The answer was ‘not well’.
We took off and the first 5km were running down the R27 towards town – which was directly against the wind. It was horrible, felt like I was running with someone strapped to my back pulling me in the other direction.
I tried to run behind some bigger people but when one of them kindly spat to the left and the wind whipped it around and into my face I decided to take my chances with the wind rather.
Disgusting old fart, as if it’s not bad enough running in that wind without someone’s spit splattering across your face.
I still shudder at the thought.
Anyway, it proved all the motivation I needed to get as far as possible away from everyone else and once we got up to Koeberg Road and the wind was behind me it was MUCH more pleasant.
I felt like Forrest Gump sprinting all the way.
I was determined to finish in under 1 hour 45 min and managed to do it but only just. If the wind hadn’t been so bad for the first 5km I think my time would have been a lot better.
However, it was still 10 minutes faster than the last 15km race I ran so I was happy.
Happier still to get out of the wind….