Well Folks,
It was real enjoyable, I cyar believe I take so long to do one of these. I am surprised the number of runners out there in TT. I would say about 2000 people took part and it was very organized and professional.
I show up in my T shirt, football shorts and nikes...everybody in they vest, pum pum shorts, tights, I see all kinda cyat suit....the gape was good.
I drink some gatorade, Monster energy drink and water...I charge up but...I had to pee like horse too.
Just before the race start I had to run by the river and pee in the bush too.
I push meh way near the front of the line and PAXXXX....we were off.
I get excited, the stretch till the foreshore men sprinting full pelt, jostling for position and I like a arse playing I in ting.
I ben the corner and by Movietown and by now all the tanto and professional runners in front and is sprint.
I was holding meh own but the pace was faster than I accustommed to and I start waning. By the time I reach flour mills...the smallie indian pass meh...AND THE MAN WITH THE STROLLER. But he was a beast, he was fit like fiddle. I say shit. All the young boys in the office zoom pass and I get depressed.
I say nah boy all this training and I gettin pass.
It is here I start to feel bun and the mental kick een...I say doh stop, keep yuh stride and I breathe harder.
I reach now by John D, Island Hobbies and the goats and sheep were seperated. Men pelting and I find everybody passing meh. I take up a position behind some girls and I watching they drawers tru the spandex and dat motivate meh.
Then the 2nd wind kick in and all those who sprint off start to walk, men was bun, people slow down and my pace although it slow down I was leaving out people. I say yes...look ting. I get into a comfortable groove I was going ok, but I realise meh leg and stride short and people using less effort and moving further.
When I reach cro bar, the man with the pram and all the speedy co workers were a block ahead, but I find the ting taking long.
No tanty ent pass meh, no setta fat thing either, everybody who blow past meh was fit in running outfit and ting. Some flickin small men running barefoot real crack meh mental...them making car noises and horn and ting and say " old man move lewwe pass dey"....watch meh I feel old but I could ketch none of them and they running fast and with ease....ah yes the days before alcho and sex eh.
When I reach Ana street I play I kicking down.... and when I run across de verteil I had to end up pulling meh choke yes...talk bout bun. I was tempted to walk but i say nah once I do that is shut down. So I shorten the stride.
Running into the stadium I was moving real slow...belley and back start to tighten..calf cramping up, A cadet who directing traffic say come on man yuh nearly dey...400 meters to go.
Is like a light bulb went off in meh head and Bad mind kick in....I start hearing "eye of the tiger" "final countdown" " chariots of fire" all kinda ting and yuh wouldnt believe the crowd at the side who clapping and cheering yuh saying come on does real help.
Pelt in the stadium....run tru the marathon tunnel...it have a slope and I nearly trip...and then I hit the track...a whole 4kin lap to go again and I say all the glory now....plus is everybody watching....I straighten meh back, I adjust meh frame, I raising meh knee, kicking back meh heel proper extension and I bolt out.
I hug the inner lane and the stretch before grounds/uncovered stands I close meh eye all kinda ting and I just pelt meh frame. Hit the corner and I feel like a vomit feeling wellin up.
Funny ting is...I leave out real people in the stadium....and that and all spur meh on...the last final steps...I press the NOS and cross the finish line...30:12.
Hear nah I feel real disappointed. Because I ketch mehself quick I ent feel that bun, I coulda push mehself harder and I realise the lil time where I slow down by island hobbies/licensing was the difference from a 30 to a 26-27. I was running but not with speed...I was concerned more about finishing and not time.
My goal was to finish in less than 1/2 hr and I fail.
I real vex eh...pram man beat meh but is alright...I go train for next year.
I feel I go keep at it and start the training a lil more intense and a lil earlier.
We go resurrect this thread next year.
Now is Carnival time...I go start back to run from Tuesday...I getting slim.
