Storm elec­tri­fies train­ing

Mum and reporter Jo McKen­zie-McLean is tak­ing on one of the big­gest chal­lenges of her life, train­ing for the North­burn Sta­tion 50 kilo­me­tre moun­tain run in March . . . She re­ports on her progress.

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There is noth­ing like a new pair of shoes to make you run a lit­tle bit faster— or a light­ning storm. I had spent the pre­vi­ous week and a half over­dos­ing on Strep­sils, neck­ing back Lem­sip drinks and sleep­ing up­right on the couch to try and sup­press a hor­rid cough.

On the Fri­day, though I was still cough­ing like a chain smoker, I was feel­ing a lot bet­ter and de­cided I would at­tempt a planned run with Glen Chris­tiansen that night. How­ever, as the day pro­gressed, I watched the side­ways rain and gale-force winds from my win­dow. Maybe, I’m not feel­ing so well af­ter all. I text Glen, ‘‘are you sure you want to go out in this weather’’. ‘‘Yes,’’ he replies. With a sulky face and at­ti­tude I go to get dressed and my sulk turns to a smile as I re­alise tonight I will be run­ning in a brand new pair of Asics run­ning shoes from Fron­trun­ner in Queen­stown. I had been wait­ing for these purple beau­ties for a week be­cause they had to order my (cough) size 11s in from Christchurch.

I glance fleet­ingly at my scuffed up, stretched old shoes tossed unlov­ingly in the cor­ner of the hall­way, and feel a slight pang of loss. I bought those shoes when I was liv­ing in Christchurch preearthquake days from a shop that no longer ex­ists. I have had those shoes nearly longer than both my chil­dren and they have taken me on many ad­ven­tures. Oh well, time to move on I shrug, and in the pour­ing rain and dark­ness I spring out the door show­ing off my fancy new footwear to Glen, who tells me he has the same type of shoe.

The rain pelt­ing on the win­dow and light­ning flash­ing in the sky as we drive out to Low­burn puts a damp­ener on the ex­cit­ment of test­ing out my shoes.

As we take off I ask Glen if it’s pos­si­ble that we could get struck by light­ning. ‘‘Well, you’re un­der 90kg now so if you do I will be able to carry you’’. How re­as­sur­ing. He de­cides, af­ter be­ing sick and with the rain start­ing to come down heav­ier, we should cut the run short. Head­ing back to the car, he com­ments that I’m go­ing at a good speed. I would like to credit the shoes for my sud­den surge of speed, but it was the light­ning that put a cracker un­der me that night.

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