They got there in the long run
They came, they ran and they conquered. Our reporters Janie Smith and Jocelyn Rein have officially ditched their couch potato habits and successfully completed the challenge to run the 10km of this year’s Auckland Marathon, proving that there’s an athlete in all of us.
By Jocelyn Rein
I can see how people get addicted to this sport thing.
The thought of being up at 6am on a Sunday morning would usually send me into a panic attack, but standing with 2500 fellow runners at the start line of the quarter marathon, the feeling of excitement mixed with nerves was exhilarating.
Everyone was there for the same reason, united by our pink and black shirts and a goal to make it to the finish.
As initial nerves subsided, the rhythmic sound of 5000 feet hitting the streets took over and the still-drunk Saturday night partygoers egging us on from the side of the road also helped.
I had anticipated a crowd full of lycra-clad pro athletes but was pleasantly surprised to find there seemed to be all ages, shapes, sizes and abilities.
As we started out I concentrated on my breathing, the pain in my hip faded and I got into a rhythm.
The rest of the run went without a hitch, although those early mornings at boot camp definitely came in handy during the last couple of kilometres and I was pretty happy to see the finish line.
I reckon a time of 57 minutes is not bad, and it’s given me something to aim for next year – the half marathon in under two hours.
See you at the starting line Janie.
By Janie Smith
Well I did it, I ran the greatest distance of my life without once stopping or walking.
And despite all my training, it was really hard.
It wasn’t difficult to imagine myself as a rubber duck like the adidas promotion suggested because by the time I crossed the finish line of the quarter marathon, all my limbs felt like rubber.
I was a little disappointed no one heeded my wish to have Chariots of Fire playing as I ran down the final leg, but I felt fairly heroic nonetheless.
It was a huge effort to convince myself to keep running and not stop for a sneaky walk but I’m extremely glad I did.
After all the training, walking would have felt like a cop-out especially as I watched the runners doing the full marathon go past in the opposite direction.
To my oxygen-deprived brain they appeared to float above the ground slightly with each stride while I waddled my way around the course.
I was pleased to see my full marathon-running friend go past and despite being pretty tired, I mustered the energy to yell, “go Ben!” and wave my arms like a loon, getting a wave in return.
When I got home I did my excellent stretching routine learned at boot camp, slathered myself in Anti Flamme cream and bundled my wobbly legs into trackpants to avoid muscle pain.
I still ended up walking like I had a peg leg for the next two days, but it was still worth it.
Especially when I discovered I’d done the whole 10.55km in one hour and nine minutes, far less than I expected.
I’m still not convinced running is the sport for me, but I might give it another go.
Just in case.
Finally finished: Janie Smith, left, and Jocelyn Rein finished the marathon with impressive times.