Back in March, I wrote about being a spectator at the Bath Half Marathon and how it was different being on the other side of the tape. Due to injury, I was yet again a spectator for the Cardiff Half Marathon last weekend (which I was supposed to run) …and lasted about 30minutes.
My little sister (the one who I wrote a letter to on this here blog) signed up last year to run the Half Marathon with myself and my other half. We were all pretty excited about doing it together. I was really looking forward to being there alongside my little sis when she crossed the finish line and was really proud of what she’d done. Knee-dless to say, thanks to the possible cartilage issue, I wasn’t able to do it. It was looking doubtful for her too. She managed to get Pneumonia a week after she got married and had it for weeks. She was only just over it and was adamant she was doing the race. Despite protestations from the parents, her other half and me, she was going to be on that start line with 18,999 other runners.
She was my reason for being there. If she wasn’t running in the race, I would have avoided it like the plague. I was obviously really proud of her and to see her wave madly at us as she went past was pretty awesome. But it still made me really sad not to be taking part.
That morning, I woke up with the usual anxiety (as an anxious person, you can expect nothing less!) and the added annoyance of feeling pretty nauseous. But also the realisation that instead of feeling pumped and ready to kick off from the hectic start line in the centre of town, I’d be hopping around a pool with my lovely Mum doing Aqua Aerobics. There are obviously plusses to this:
- No impact on the knees
- Great workout
- Would imagine it’s cracking viewing as neither me nor my Mum have the best co-ordination/balance
- The water is pretty cold already so no need for an ice bath
- All over strengthening workout (which is what I need)
Despite all these positives, it wasn’t the same.
When we got to the side lines to look out for my sister and some other people we knew running, I had the instant feeling of longing to be out there with everyone else feeling the strain of 11miles. There were charity tops, fancy dress costumes and excited but tired faces coming round the corner. But the atmosphere, as usual, was immense. Cheering, shouting, singing, wooing, clapping and shouts of encouragement coming from all around. It was great to see. It was nice to see what a difference being a spectator made to the sight of my sister’s face light up when she saw us cheering for her.
Ultimately though, I’m a terrible spectator. Because:
- I can’t stand still
- I’m pretty impatient
- I want to be involved in the action
- I’m a little bit selfish.
Regardless of all this, my little sis pulled her finish out of the bag and finished at 2hours 30mins. She was greeted by her new hubby and their little dog, Bella (who won’t be going to watch a race again. She wanted to be-friend everyone!)
We’re obviously very proud and so is she!
My goal is to be able to run the World Half Marathon Championships happening in Cardiff in March 2016. Various a physio and fitness instructor has said this should be fine as long as I do my strengthening exercises and tone the right places… Basically, make my bottom unlazy.
I’m sure there’ll be more times in the future where I’ll be watching rather than running (the London Marathon 2016 being a prime example after not getting in by ballot) but hey ho, just the way things go sometimes isn’t? I suppose it’s a good time for me to work on my ability to stand still, pay attention and not sulk like a 5 year old!