I would like to have started this blog post by bragging about a new PB but as painful as it is (and as that race was) I did not beat my PB…
I am however proud that I did not collapse during the run.
That was a tough – mother effing – run
I am still awaiting the official result, its a bit tricky with the phone since it doesn’t know the start and finish line, but I think I ran this in about an hour.
That is not “under 58 minutes” as in as my aim, but this was one of the toughest running activities I’ve done, so I am really proud that I
a. finished it
b. didn’t die
When I hit the finish line I started to cry.
It was such a weird feeling, I was so exhausted and relieved that it was finally over and yet I was filled with adrenaline – it was like the only thing my body could do was crying.
I saw quite a few “breakdowns” at the finish line…
For you experience runners – is that normal?
For some reason it felt very normal, to sob on the curb when someone falls down next to you – getting sick.
It almost felt like some sort of bonding lying on the ground sharing some form of post run body fluid inferno.
I was quickly done with the “post run crying” and moved quickly on to the mandatory “kissing the medal – posing”
The well deserved medal, look at the size of it!!
I am immensely proud to have achieved that
After eating and chilling around for bit in the, oh so beautiful little town, we decided to say good bye to Zurrieq and go cuddle with a newborn goat
A newborn goat?
yes a newborn goat
Only two days old