Apparently snot is much more likely to give you a cold than spit. Or at least that's what my son pointed out to me as we were flying down to Melbourne and I was trying not to scream from the pain in my sinuses and ears. So last week I learnt a couple of very valuable lessons. Take a decongestant if you're stuffed up with a cold and you have to fly. And don't kiss your snotty great-niece on her snotty lips just a couple of days before you run a race.
It's just as well that I was never planning on racing the Great Ocean Road half marathon. The weekend was mostly about family - getting to see Sam and Hannah in their new natural habitat, spending some quality time with both of them and #2 son Josh. Getting to run along a beautiful stretch of coastline was just an added bonus.
We drove down to Apollo Bay on Saturday afternoon, checked into our accommodation and tried to get a good night's sleep. Sleep is always a little elusive the night before a race - even if it's more a run than a race. But we made it to the start line fairly rested - and, my personal little victory, unmedicated. I was actually fairly un-stressed about the run. Or maybe it was more that my head cold was a good distraction.
There was plenty of time once we were dropped off to do important things. Like take selfies. And find your team-mates (or more accurately - stand in a fairly open place so your team-mates have a chance to find you). And then find willing strangers to take more photos.
The race finally started about five minutes late and it was straight up a hill that was still going up when my watch beeped at the kilometre mark. There was a lot of people to run through so we'd either started too far back of they'd started too far forward. By the second kilometre the traffic had eased enough so I could run at my own pace but I just didn't feel great. The pace was okay but it just felt harder than it should have. I put it down to the hills and just kept running hoping that I'd start to feel better soon.
The scenery really was spectacular - thank goodness that there was something to take my mind off the pain my body was in. I'd eased back on the pace but I still was struggling. I kept doing the maths - how much further did I have to run? That's not good when you're only around halfway through the race. My legs were heavy and the cold was taking its toll - I had nothing in the tank.
So for the next 6 kilometres we took walk breaks when Josh didn't think he could run any more and ran when the pain eased back. I was a little surprised about a couple of insensitive runners who passed comments as they ran past us. "Look at the stragglers!" and "Don't give up - only two kilometres to go". We were hardly stragglers because we still finished in the top half of the field and neither did we give up - walking is still moving forward (BTW we passed that runner before the end and didn't say a word when we passed.)
Then, finally, we could see the finishing arch. Josh put on a bit of a spurt and I had to almost sprint to keep up. I had to remind him of our pact - and I had to do it loudly. So we're running down the last few hundred metres and basically I'm yelling 'wait for Mummy, pet!' - there's a first time for everything in running.
We got just in front of the finishing line, held hands and lifted them aloft. And the photographer missed us. So we tried it again and he missed again - and we'd run out of course. Ah well, in our heads it was a great shot. A triumphant family photo to treasure.
We caught back up with Sam and Hannah, had a quick bite to eat and then it was back to the car. We had other plans for the day.
You can't really go to the Great Ocean Road without visiting the 12 Apostles. Especially now that they are starting to diminish in number. It was about a ninety minute drive from Apollo Bay but it was worth it to see this.
So my final word on the race - it was a good one and I'd definitely recommend to put it on your to-do list. It was well-organised on a scenic route in a great location. It might not have been my best race ever but that can't happen every time.
Congrats to both of you! How cool to run with your son! Better than any time goal in my book. Stragglers?? Who the heck says something like that? Geez!ReplyDelete
Yeah, I heard snot will do that to you. Germy little kids!ReplyDelete
Races spent with your offspring are priceless! Really, those ARE the best races. I have a little race this Monday that I have no business doing and have to get up at the ungodly hour of 3:30am for it...but my son's doing it so it's a must-do.ReplyDelete
Being land-locked in Colorado, I LOVE races along the coast. The 12 Apostles is pretty cool!
Hooray on another half - and one with the kid, to boot! :)
You are absolutely right! the time doesn't matter considering those pain condition.ReplyDelete
How could the photographer miss a running mom with her son while they were struggling through the finish line? Congrats to both of you!
One of my best memories is running a race with my mom. This is great! Also, wonderful pic of the apostles!ReplyDelete
Couldn't agree more about the time. To date my favorite races ever are the ones I ran with my kids, and Michael. Perfect days all - looks like yours was too.ReplyDelete
I loved the pictures when you posted them on Facebook throughout the weekend and it looks like you had a great time - on the run and in general!ReplyDelete
As for people saying rude stuff, that's terrible! I watched a local triathlon here last year and really only saw the running leg and loved how supportive the competitors seemed to be.
Silly photographer. That would have been a great photo! And how lovely are you both for supporting each other?ReplyDelete
What a special memory for you both! I love that you were able to do this together! I love scenic ones like that. :-) Congrats to you both!ReplyDelete
Love that y'all finished together and I'm going to tell Hunter that he has to hold my hand at the finish of his half in 2 weeks!!! Sad that we won't have quite as nice of a view for our race but.....ReplyDelete
That is so awesome you got to cross the finish line with your son (I'm sure I'd have to yell loudly to remind mine, too!) - it sounds like you had a great time and a wonderful trip!ReplyDelete
What a perfect time. Sons, girlfriends, running, ocean, scenery.......! Why are the 12 apostles diminishing? That's rude about people hassling you for walking. It's often a strategy many use. Glad you had this weekend.ReplyDelete
The Apostles are being eroded by the surf. It's probably fitting seeing as that's how they were made in the first place.Delete
Beautiful course...someday hope to get there. Is there a full too? what were the temps?ReplyDelete
Too bad the photog didn't get the important shot but you got a log of other good keepers 8)
They do have a full. It's 45k (a little longer than normal) but the races are done from town to town so it's the distance from Lorne to Apollo Bay. Ours was 23k from Kennet River to Apollo Bay. The temperatures were very mild - about 15C at the start - but it would normally be under 10C.Delete
Maybe you should have writen this post another way around: Like how well you were running when you caught Josh, and then you decided to slow down and run the last 6km with him as it isn't every day that you get to run with him... because it's not about the time you get, but the quality of the run!!!ReplyDelete
So what time did you get?
Did you get two medals too for crossing the finish line twice :)ReplyDelete
Even though it might not haven been your best race it seems to me you had lots and lots of fun.
As for the snot: my hub has catched a cold and so far I managed not to get it. I keep him on a distance now, first he needs to be better. I'm never the first to catch a cold, it's always him and he always passes it over to me. Not this time though :)