MWM Race Experience Thanks to Ash Be Nimble
Ira started running as an occasional runner to challenge herself, and only started being a regular runner late 2016. She started running regularly as part of her training plan to hike up Annapurna Base Camp in Nepal! By the end of 2016, she was joining in on 10km to 12km runs, had already ran 4 events, hiked Gunung Kinabalu TWICE & Annapurna Base Camp(ABC).
It wasn’t long until I lost sight of the green balloons but my spirit was still high. Khairi and I eventually trailed behind the 6:00hrs pacers with their orange-coloured balloons. We even agreed that as long as the 6:30hrs ones are behind us, we are good. Both of us were still in good spirit.
We were just halfway into the 2nd half of the first loop when my tummy started to feel funny & I called for a restroom stop. It was a fake tummy ache, I spent too long getting in and out of my compression pants and my usual pain in my left piriformis has started to kick in. By the time we reached KM20, I was in tears. I lost the 6:00hrs pacers, Khairi was too fast and I struggled to keep up because of the pain that has already gone all the way down to my left foot. I was upset and in pain. I wanted to quit.
That’s when Jessalynn, a bubbly runner who was always within my radius, started to talk to me. She asked if this is my first FM and upon learning that it is, she gave me a high five. We started talking about her FM experiences and truly that had been the boost to my depleting willpower. I felt encouraged after talking to her and that kept me going until the KM30 checkpoint. I arrived at KM30 checkpoint at about 4:30hrs into the run and as I had to make a U-turn on the loop, I realized that there were many others behind me that have not given up. I could see their willpower bursting and shining through. I thought to myself, I still got this. I can do this, let’s finish this in time, & finish this strong.
However, no matter how much pep talk I gave to myself nothing actually prepared me to the challenges that I had to face during the last 8km of the run. Both of my legs were in pain, I started to drink 2 cups of water at every water station and I could feel the midday heat along the highway. Strangely enough the idea of quitting seems no longer to be an option and instead I started utilizing a meditation technique to keep my feet going. I counted my running steps, and I counted my walking steps, then I counted my running steps again. So on and so forth. There is no point on counting, except that it kept me going and it kept my mind on the run, away from the pain and the midday heat. It seemed to have worked. Not great, but it worked.