|Still moving well at the 12km mark. |
On Sunday, with not a lot of confidence, I fronted up for my second Macleay River Marathon. This time, a sub-3 hour marathon was not on the horizon. It was more about proving to myself that life had returned to normal after the DVT, Pulmonary Embolism and Atrial Flutter episodes of six months ago. I was confident I had done enough training to complete a marathon, but wasn't sure how fast. In the back of my mind was a faint hope that I would run faster than last year, but a bruised and painful heel, probably associated with my chronic right Achilles tendon injury, sobered my expectations. I kept telling myself that finishing with some kind of dignity would be sufficient.
|Not quite so smooth at 25km. |
|Happy to finish. |
I plodded along, probably more than a minute per kilometre slower than I had been running, wondering how many people would catch me before the end. I was particularly worried about Ray, a fellow 60+ runner and tough competitor, and clubmates Jacqui and Greg. I had passed all three in the second 10km of the race.
Ray came past with nine kilometres to go, running strongly, and gave me a pat on the back, but despite my fears and my slow pace, Jacqui and Greg didn't catch me and I was pleasantly surprised to cross the line in 3:39. Not as fast as I had hoped, but not as bad as I feared during those laborious and painful last ten kilometres.
Since the race, my heel has been very sore, and I lay in bed last night, kept awake by the pain, contemplating surgery. I'll leave it another couple of months, but I think something will need to be done.