Nooooooooo

Something bad is about to happen and everything goes into slow motion ...... Nooooooooooo ..... your mind wants to back out and avert the tragedy but it's too late!

And so it was the night before the Queensland Half-Marathon ... this sensation of "Nooooooo" went through my mind, as I downed the second spoonful of the Indian Curry, I foolishly requested and that Katy had made. The Weekend Warrior Athletics Commission has its owned banned substances list:

1. Curry
2. Spicy Thai Food
3. Chilli
4. Red Wine
5. German Beer (but strangely not Guinness)
6. Yogurt (just because I don't like it)

My race started well and was a paradox of comfort ... I was very easy in my pace around 4:25 min/K. The source of my discomfort was the part of the body they DON'T mean when they say "dig deep". Details? ....... I'll spare you. Suffice is to say I spent some time here .....


I was building my run through the second half, whilst the thunder down-under was brewing at the same time. My unplanned stop was around the 15K mark. From then on, I was a traveling percolator (a steam engine with the value holding tight, whilst disturbing rumblings announced that at any moment my ass might explode). My time was a little over 1 hour:35 min or 1:33 PA (poo adjusted).

Do times still count in a half-marathon if they are wind assisted?

Congratulations to Hannah brilliantly beating the 2 hour barrier, Nick blistering under 90 minutes, Robert Song and Liz announcing they are ready for the Gold Coast marathon through performances beyond expectation and to Tesso whose smile crossing the line said it all.