Standard Chartered Nairobi Marathon 2013 Race Report

Background
My Standard Chartered Nairobi Marathon 2012 time was 2:53
My UAP Ndakaini Half Marathon 2013 time was 2:40
I was told you can usually predict your Stanchart (usually held in October) time by deducting 10 minutes from your Ndakaini (usually held in September) time, if you keep training well between the two runs. However, this time Stanchart had a new, tougher route.

My friend George and I have been taunting each other about Stanchart (and other races). Ok I have been doing most of the taunting and he has been declaring he will be ready to give me a challenge. He is a nice, non-combative guy like that.

After I beat him in Stanchart 2012 and mentioned him in my race report, this is what he said:

“Publicity is good, any publicity. Next year, the mention will be very positive. The George of October 2013 will be about 75kgs and pretty fast: 1hr 40-something minutes…”
03rd December 2012

George made the following one-sided bet:
1) For every minute under 2:25, he would give me KShs. 100/-. So if my time would be 2:20, I would get 500/-
2) If I beat him, he would give me 1,000/
3) If I beat him by 10 minutes or more, he would give me 2,000/-
(I am not sure if 2 and 3 above were separate).
The bet was one-sided in that I was not to pay anything regardless of my performance or his. I told you he was a nice guy.

(For some perspective for those not in Kenya, KSh. 2,000/- can buy a pack of 60 diapers for my son)

At first, I was fairly confident that I would beat George, then he took a week or two to prepare for this final showdown and kept posting reports of hour-long runs that he had done. I started getting concerned.

Meanwhile, friend of mine, a lady, was also preparing for her first half-marathon and she completed a 21km run/walk in 2.5 hours!

My sister told me that her best half-marathon time was 2:19. Her time that I had been aware of was 2 hours 30 minutes, and that had been my target time.

So here I was, I wanted to beat George, win some money, avoid being too badly beaten by a first-time lady half-marathoner, run as fast as my elder sister or at least reach my target time.

Oh, about George’s declaration, a few days before this Stanchart run, he reported that he was way off the target weight he had declared in 2012. Good for me! 🙂

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Just Before
I think I went to bed around midnight. I set my alarm for 5:50 a.m., so I was supposed to get about 6 hours of sleep. A little less than ideal, but not too bad. I had gone for a run on Thursday (which I was supposed to have done on Wednesday) and I could feel the effects of that run on my legs a little bit. I hoped things would be fine by race time.

I woke up a few minutes past 5:00 and maybe once before. I tried to go back to sleep and I think I slept a little, and woke up again a minute or so before the alarm, so I waited for the alarm to start the I pressed Ok before it made a sound and woke up our son. I wanted to sew the hole in the past-knee-length shorts I normally run in, but the hole was a bit too big. And I did not find a needle and thread anyway. I put on other shorts. I also did not see my headband. Yeah, I know, prepare these things the night before.

I woke my wife up and she made me a big bowl of oats. She kept insisting that I pin on my race number, lest I end up trying to pin it after the race has started. it drops, etc. She drove me near Nyayo Stadium. I took the oats as she drove. Do I not have a great, supportive wife?

I was a bit concerned that I may have to pee during the run.

I got out of the car at 7:07 a.m. by my phone and started moving towards the assembly area, stopping to pin my bib. I actually jogged a bit, partly because of the time, and partly to warm up. It was cold. I did not see George.

Off We Go!
The official clock seemed to be ahead of mine, because the countdown to the start started when my phone was saying 7:23 a.m., I think. The countdown was stopped, as apparently some people had started before the gun went off. Some orders to runners to move back and so on, a much shorter countdown and we were off.
7:27. I started my timer. The expected crowding at the beginning but the crowds thinned out. I thought there were very many Indians running. There were also small children. I thought the race was for 18 and over? (I checked later and yes the rules say you must be over 18).

I had a plan and had set my interval timer (I will write about it soon) accordingly. Run 20 minutes, walk for 2 minutes, repeat 7 times. That would be about 153 minutes. I also did not want to hold back as much as Jack pointed out that I did at Ndakaini.

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As usual, there were all sorts of people running. There was an Indian lady in a full sari, another lady in a jeans skirt that was about ankle-length and a man running with and leading a blind runner by the hand. There was also a group of apparent Gor Mahia (a football club) fans singing as they ran. It would probably be fun to run and sing with them, but would definitely be slow for me. I was just behind a tall white dude during most of my first run interval. When I stopped to walk, he ran on ahead. I think I only saw him once thereafter. There was a boy who looked Chinese or Korean or something close. I saw a dreadlocked guy with red headphones.

The route had several turning points, as you approached each turning point, you could see those who had already passed the turning point running in the direction opposite yours. I looked out for a few minutes for Jack as we approached the first turning point, which was on Haile Selassie Avenue. I did not see him and I decided to stop craning my neck.

Soon after we entered Kenyatta Avenue (or was it Harambee Avenue?), I saw what looked like the leaders in the race running in the opposite direction. Oh, I thought, I am not that far behind the leaders. Then I realised that it was not that simple. We had to run along Kenyatta Avenue, turn, run back up, then turn into Koinange Street, turn, run back and rejoin Kenyatta Avenue. So the leading pack was quite some distance ahead of me. Sigh!

The weather was great! Cloudy and cool.

Water. And Chips
I approached the first water-point and I grabbed a bottle. I put my phone in my pocket and opened the bottle. I was about 12 minutes into my second run interval. I took the water and poured some on my head. I usually don’t do that. I think I did it coz I see people doing it. Some water sprinkled on my bib, which has the timing chip. I feared that the water might damage the chip and my time would be unrecorded. Then I thought the foam around the chip must be to protect it from such things. Oh well.

I cast the bottle aside (near a collection point, I think?) and fished out my phone. Damn! The timer had stopped. I pressed this and that to reset it such that it would start from around the time I had covered so far, but it was no longer the same.

There was a lady in uniform standing at the corner of Kenyatta Avenue. Maybe National Youth Service. She was rather curvy. I found that unusual for a lady in uniform. She was pretty too.

George!
As I approached the turning point at University way, I thought, If I saw George on the other side, I would feel pretty discouraged. I ran on. Then I heard someone call me from the other side. It was George! I was near enough the turning for me to speed up and catch up with him. He said he had seen me earlier. He had seen me walking and felt very happy. Then he had seen me taking water as well and making calls. I told him that walking and taking water are not bad for me (as they are for him. He says if he does either he is usually unable to run any more). I explained about my timer and subsequent fumbling with the phone.

We ran on a bit, then George said “Let me fall back a bit”
“You know if you fall back, that’s it” I said “Or you have a strategy?”
He gave some response or other and I left him.

It’s You Versus The Road
There was the dreadlocked guy with red headphones again, already heading back towards town.

At the ascent at Museum Hill, I ran up a bit then thought ‘This is not training, no need to wear myself out.’ So I walked up a bit.
Along Forest Road, we reached a stretch that had only a tape separating the runners moving in opposite directions. There was a girl walking along this tape and looking behind occasionally. She was moving in the direction of the next turning point. I thought she was going to cross over the tape and join the people who were running back. And she did.
I saw a guy walking barefoot, carrying his shoes in his hands. I wanted to ask him why, but I did not want to seem concerned when I was not going to help him. Plus I tend to avoid starting conversations with strangers.

Another water point was situated near the 12km mark (there was a sign) and I took some more water. There were also portable loos, but I was fine.
“You can poop here, madam!” someone shouted.
There was a turning point just after the water point.

Ahead of me, I saw a lady and a man walking on our side of the tape, but heading towards the turning point. I thought they should be told to walk on their side. Then the lady just turned and started moving in the same direction as us. Cheat. I saw George a few minutes later, heading towards the turning point. We acknowledged each other.

As I began crossing the flyover at Museum Hill, the Gor Mahia group was beginning the Hill’s ascent, still singing.

Still around Museum Hill, a number of people were crossing a road to avoid reaching the turning point, which was maybe just 200 metres away. Some of the guys near me persuaded one to come back and just reach the turning point. Another refused and took the shortcut. I said, “If you can’t do 21km, just sign up for 10km.”

I tried to estimate the distance covered so far. I was feeling pretty good. No aches or pains or anything like that. I figured we had maybe covered 2 km from the 12km mark then I saw a sign that confirmed my estimation.
“This sun is coming out,” said a guy next to me. “14km.”
“67% done,” I said
“We are almost done” he said.
“The distance remaining is half the distance you have covered,” I said.
We ran on. I stopped to walk.
He passed me saying “Strong! Strong!”
I resumed running and a short distance ahead, I passed him as he walked.

I did not strictly follow my plan, but I was conscious of the times I walked and limited the duration of those walking sessions. A few times I resisted the temptation to walk. This was the real deal, not a training session where I could pause the timer to catch my breath. The official clock was running relentlessly. So I kept moving.

The route took us through Uhuru Park, where sat a group of uniformed women singing a hymn, I think, rather beautifully. Up Kenyatta Avenue and onto Lower Hill Road. Lower Hill Road had a gentle but long ascent. I think I walked most of it. Another water point. I almost did not take the water, then I thought there may be no more water till the finish and I may regret not taking it here, so I took some.

A City Clock stood near or at Bunyala Road. The time as I passed was around 9:17 a.m. 2 hours had not passed. I stood a good chance of me meeting my target time, at least. Up Aerodrome Road to yet another turning point. I decided to run the entire distance from that turning point to the next. I guy in front of me stopped running and started walking. “Let’s go! Let’s go!” I told him. He (I think it was him) caught up with me and we ran a while, then he gave up again. I ran on. I saw the girl who had crossed the tape at Forest Road.
I saw a sign saying 20km and said to myself Surely I can run the entire last kilometre.

The Stadium
At the entrance of the stadium stood a car with a timer in top. It said 2:38. Really?? That cannot be. I felt a bit disheartened. I entered the stadium. The public address system had music playing that reminded me of those scenes in movies where the silhouette of a weary soldier carrying a gun can be seen against an evening or morning sky following a great battle. It was nice, actually.
I ran the final lap, onto the finish mat and exited my timer so that I could see the time. 9:39. 2hrs 12 minutes. Maybe the timer on the car had said 2:08 not 2:38. I guess we will have to wait for the official results. George later pointed out that maybe it was timing the full marathon, which indeed started 30 minutes before the half-marathon.

I gave in the slip with my name (for what purpose?) and collected my medal (you did not need to give in anything to collect it). There was no free Lucozade, but there was free water.
I saw Philip, who had earlier told me he hoped to finish in maybe 1:50. He did not know how long he had taken since he had no watch. He had also been thrown off by the timer on the car. We asked a lady to take photos of us with my phone.

I met my former classmate Juma, who said he had taken about 1:40. I went to a stand where you could do an eye test – the ones where you read letters of the alphabet of increasingly smaller size. I could read them. (There was one letter I was not sure was D or G or something) I called my wife and told her how I had done (in the run, that is). I walked about the stands for a while, looked people I knew, with little success.

I went home feeling pretty good.
I had slashed more than 35 minutes from my StanChart 2012 time and 28 minutes from my Ndakaini time. I had also almost certainly beaten George and surpassed my target time by 18 minutes. But let’s wait for the official times.

My wife had a congratulatory card for me 🙂

Jack’s Report
Maq’s Report
I still don’t know how the first-time lady did.

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Updates – Wednesday, 16th October 2013

Wednesday, 16th October 2013
I think I have not done pullups on the pullup bar for two weeks!
I was a bit concerned that I may have been losing some of the gains made. My other concern was that I have not been eating as well as I should.
I was therefore quite pleased when I did 16 pullups in the first set.
I struggled with the last one, but managed.

Then I did
7+2+1+1
9
9
7+2

Later, I did a run of 4 x 10 minutes.

UAP Ndakaini Half Marathon 2013 Report

Cast and some background:
Jack – The Running Writer
This guy runs! He had promised George and I KShs. 2,000 to each one that beats the time of 2:25 and 500/= to whoever beats the other (between the two of us).
George – the guy I beat at Stanchart 2012 and was keen on beating again (and again)
Jack was also to drive us to Ndakaini.

Maq – Another runner of Jack’s calibre.

The Story
I had gone to bed around 11:00 p.m. I had intended to go to bed around 9:00 so that I would get a full 8 hours of sleep by 5:00 a.m.
I woke up. Stayed in bed a bit. Reached for my phone and checked the time 01:46 a.m. Only? Back to sleep. Woke up again. A few minutes past 4:00a.m. Ok. I must have been anxious. Slept again. Finally woke up to the alarm at 5:00 a.m.

I got up, took a cold shower, since I had not showered after a journey on Friday. Woke my wife up and she made for me oats. I carried two bananas to eat after the run. We told the nanny we were leaving and went to the car. Someone had parked in such a way that his car was blocking our way out. I told my wife she could squeeze the car through. We tried, but no. She said I should run to the gate and ask whose car that was. I did. I sent text to Jack, saying our exit was blocked. He exclaimed. we went to the car owner’s house and knocked. The guy came and moved his car and off we went. I called Jack and he said George was yet to show up. I felt a bit better. We reached Jack’s car around 6:25. Tried calling George, and just like last year, he was unreachable. We set off at around 6:40. George sent text a few minutes later, saying he had gone to bed at 3:00 and had woken up at 6:45, but he was still coming.

I was mostly quiet during the drive to Ndakaini Jack, Maq and James were discussing various running-related things.
“The good thing about this sport, is that you only need shoes.”
“Another good thing is that you put in (the training) and you get out (the results).”

It was interesting. I asked to see Maq’s Garmin and he showed me the features briefly. It gives a report of the time taken and speed with every kilometre, can be set to help you run at a certain pace, stores best times, distances covered and so on. And you wear it on your wrist like a watch. Neat. Jack and Maq said that it can be disadvantageous as it may not allow you to speed up or slow down depending on how you feel as you run and may result you in straining or under-performing.

I thought Jack was driving a bit slowly and that we were going to arrive after the 21km run starts, but I was afraid of saying anything since I had kept them waiting. I thought the 21km was to start at 7:30 but when we finally reached the venue, I saw that it was to start at 8:30. Phew!

We changed, went to the loo, took some photos etc. Jack had said he was not going to leave early as he had intended, so I did not need to run with my bag with my stuff in it. Phew again!

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The starting point was quite a walk away, thought it later turned out that we had arrived early and parked comparatively near the start. Other vehicles were parked easily 3km away!
The gun went off and the run started. I looked at my phone 8:33 I followed Jack’s advice and ran slowly. I saw James running with a limp ahead and caught up with him and ran with him for a while. I heard someone calling me and saw Eve. We chatted a bit as we ran then I left her. I ran for 20 min non-stop and started walking when I reached an incline. The race was going well. I had been warmed on two hills in particular: at 5km and ay 16km. I barely noticed the 5km one.

There was a guy who had a device in his pocket. I heard a female machine voice say something like”…you are below your target pace by 1 minute 26 seconds per kilometre…” I don’t know if such reminders are good or bad, especially when you are feeling spent and battling your way uphill.

I asked some lady if were past the 10km mark and she said she had no idea. Shortly after we passed the 12km mark. Good. I was still feeling quite okay. The training actually paid off. We passed the 15km mark and began a descent. This must be the much talked about hill at 16km coming up. The descent steepened, meaning the ascent was going to be serious! And indeed it was. I remembered Jack’s blog posts where he said that Ndakaini has wall masquerading as hills. I walked up, as did everyone else I could see. The hill was quite long. There were other hills after that as well, but this was probably the steepest and the longest.

Throughout, as much as I could, I ran downhill and on the flat stretches and walked uphill.

Upon passing the 20km mark, I started thinking about beating the 2:25 time and collecting 2,000/= from Jack. I took a turn, saw the length of road still ahead and gave up on that particular quest. My hear sank a bit, but I still had a chance to better my Stanchart time. I approached the place we had started and saw people milling about it. I think it was the 5km about to start.

I wondered How come the finish is so unceremonious?

I passed the start point around 11:09 and started walking towards the parking. But I could see guys still running on the road. I went under the ribbon and asked a policeman where the finish for 21km was. Up ahead, he said, and I started running again.

I was a bit annoyed that it was not clear where we were supposed to go. I crossed the official Finish line at 11:13. My time, 2 hrs 40 minutes. 10 minutes better than my Stanchart time.
I saw Eve and she asked if she had beat me.

I don’t know, what was your time?

2:35, she said.
Neither of us could remember her passing me.
There was a queue and I joined it, thinking there was Lucozade being given at the end. Turned out we were only having our names written. Sigh!

Making my way to the parking lot was another task, but I reached.
I ate my bananas. There was a guy taking photos of guys and printing them on the spot for 100/-. I contemplated taking one, but did not. Jack paid me the 500/= I earned by George’s no-show, minus my contribution for transport.

Off we went to Nairobi.

Lessons and Achievements

Training pays off. I felt much better than I did  during and after the run than I did at Stanchart.
I achieved my goals: I felt better, and I technically beat Ogutu. (I am pretty certain I would have beaten him, since I did better than I did at Stanchart last year, which is a bonus achievement. I did better at this tougher race than at Stanchart 2012.

Jack’s report

Maq’s report

Njenva’s report  10km (I follow her blog)

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Updates

My tracking of my workouts has been a bit erratic the past few days.
Wednesday 28th August 2013
Did not workout on Wednesday, save for 50 squats carrying my 10kg son, done with breaks.

Thursday, 29th August 2013
15 min continuous run. 90 sec x 4 with 1 min rest. Included uphill sections.

Did some pistol squats at night, a total of 10 per leg. I think I should increase the number I do.

Friday, 30th August 2013

Line art drawing of push up.

Line art drawing of push up. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Did 40 press-ups within a minute, and total of 25 more in the next two minutes. The goal of 75 push-ups within three minutes seems tough to reach.
Did pull-ups as follows:
13+2
7+3
9
8
7+1

Tuesday 3rd Sept 2013
Running
15 min?

Friday 6th Sept 2013
Pushups and squats

Saturday 7th Sept 2013
22 min run followed by 4 x 90 sec

Monday, 9th Sept 2013
40 pushups in 1 minute!
62 in 3 minutes

Wednesday, 11th Sept 2013

15 pullups in one set, wide grip
8 +1 +1 – about shoulder width grip
9 – parallel
8 right palm facing me and left palm facing away
7 + 1 right palm facing away and left palm facing me

I decided to go and do my final run before the Ndakaini Half Marathon that will be on Saturday. Since today is my 39th birthday, I decided to attempt 39 minutes. Yes, that is a leap from 22 or 24 minutes, and is against exercise guidelines, but why not? At a minimum, I wanted to do 30 minutes.
So off I went, After a five minute walk, I started running, slowly, knowing that I had a long way to go.
The tough part was the uphill sections, and thinking I still had like 20 minutes to go! But I was keen on getting the 39 minutes done, so that I can be able to say “When I turned 39, I ran 39 minutes non-stop.” Failing and attempting later would mean starting again from 0 and running a fresh 39 minutes.
I added an extra stretch to the route I normally take, so that I would not get back home before the 39 minutes were up (and also to explore).The plan did not work fully. I reached the gate of where I live about 2 minutes before time was up, so I ran on past then back and I did it! I completed a run of 39 minutes and about 44 seconds! This is the longest I have ever run continuously. Even when I used to run 5 or 10 kilometres regularly, I used to run a maximum of about 30 minutes non-stop. I actually felt that I could have gone on longer, but I was satisfied with my achievement.

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Half Marathon Training and Other Updates

My friend George and I have been having some sort of rivalry, and I told him I would beat him in every race that we both took part in. There is Ndakaini Marathon coming up in September and each of us intends to beat the other in the half marathon. Our mutual friend, the Running Writer, promised whoever beats the other KShs 500/=. In addition, he promised KShs 2,000/- to whoever finishes the half marathon within 2 hrs 25 minutes. I have been building my running endurance so that I can ensure I beat George and so that I am better prepared for the Ndakaini Half Marathon and the Stanchart Marathon in October, than I was last year.

I have been working out fairly consistently in the last five weeks or so. The Running Writer told me to be updating this blog for accountability. I will try to do that, and I will also stop slacking in sharing other fitness stuff I come across.

So here is what I have been up to. (I currently work at home, so I sometimes work out or run  during the day).

Sunday, 25th August 2013
Did run 11 min, rest 1 min, x 3. The hill was tough, but I was glad I did the full minutes required.

When I got home, I was hesitant to do Friday’s pullups, since I was rather spent after the run, but I did the 50 required.

User:Extremepullup performing a standard dead-...

User:Extremepullup performing a standard dead-hang pull up (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Later, my wife, our son and I went to a nearby shopping centre. One of the shops there had pushup stands on sale for KShs 2,500/-.
They also had something else that I did not recognise. When I asked the shop attendant, he said those were wrist exercisers.

Monday, 26th August 2013
I did 50 pullups. Was supposed to do 15, 10, 9, 8, 8.
I only did 13 then two more in the first set.
I did 6 then I think 2 and 2 for set two.
I did the other three sets as specified.

Later, I did bodyweight exercises – push-ups, pistol squats, squats.
I did 35 push-ups in one minute then added 15 diamond push-ups (not in one set) to make a total 50.
My current goal here is to do 40 push-ups within a minute without getting up.

After a while, I tried to do something I recently read somewhere – a total 75 push-ups within 3 minutes, taking as many breaks as needed. I only managed 55, but this was after the 50 done earlier. I will try again when I am fresh.

English: Pfc. John Jones, Troop B, 3-89th Cav ...

English: Pfc. John Jones, Troop B, 3-89th Cav Reg, performs as many regulation pushups as possible in two minutes on Mountain Field. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Tuesday, 27th August 2013
I tried the push-up challenges today. I managed 40 push-ups in one minute, took some breaks but only managed 62 in the 3 minutes. This was partly because I got a bit lost in thought during one of the breaks.

I went running and did 11 minutes x 3 with 1 minute breaks between runs.

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My First Half Marathon

A friend if mine, George, put up a picture on Facebook, showing the race number assigned to him for the Nairobi Marathon. From what I could gather from his statements elsewhere, he had not been practicing much. I decided to sign up for the half marathon as well, though I had not been practising as such. I signed up for three reasons:
One, I wanted to take on the challenge of covering 21km
Two, I wanted to evaluate how I would perform, seeing that sprint sessions are supposed to result in greater fitness than lower intensity, longer workouts.
Three, I wanted to (see if I could) beat my friend George.
I signed up on the last day of registration, and instead of the adult sized t-shirt that others got, I was given a green children’s t-shirt.

The run was set for Sunday. It was raining on Saturday night as I went to bed. I woke up at some point during the night and heard the rain. I thought of maybe just skipping the run.
I set my alarm for 5:40 a.m. I did not quite fall asleep. After a while, I thought surely 5:40 has passed. I got up and it was around 5:56. The phone was still on the Alarms screen, so I guess that is why the alarm did not go off.

Anyway, my wife woke up, made me breakfast, and we set off. She dropped me as near the stadium as she could and went to look for parking. There were quite a number of people walking about in and around the stadium compound. I made my way to a tent where they were giving out pins for pinning our race numbers to our t-shirts. I noticed that the vast majority of the runners had white t-shirts, meaning that my green one would stand out. It was also rather fitting, having been meant for a child. So I kept my jacket zipped for a while.

I kept trying to call George but his phone was unreachable or off. I also called another friend, Eve, who I knew was taking part in the run, and we tried to meet.

After a number of phone calls between my wife and myself, I found my wife, who had apparently crossed to an area meant for those running and officials. We took photos, together with my cousin, Tom. Tom said he hoped to complete the 21km in two hours.

The race started at 7:30a.m. I ran a while at a slow pace. The street was rather crowded. As I neared Uhuru Park, I called Eve, she said she was already in the Park. I said she should not let me slow her down.

The run was interesting. I was surprised that I could not run for very long at a time. So I alternated between walking and running briefly. I naturally looked around as I walked or jogged. I saw a lady who looked familiar. My mind took a few moments to place her. It was one of the ladies from Slimpossible. There were some people on wheelchairs. At least one had the sort of three-wheeled wheelchair that you operate by using your hands to rotate some sort of pedals that are similar to those of a bicycle. These are part of a mechanism that rotates the front wheel. I thought it was unfair to have these compete against those who propelled themselves by turning the actual wheels of their wheelchair using their hands, without any intervening mechanism. It was later that I realised that the race organisers made a distinction between tricycles and wheelchairs.

There were various water points along the way. I thought they were a bit far apart, but not too bad. Not quite surprisingly, many people simply threw their used plastic bottles on the ground, despite there being bins provided for this very purpose. That meant that the areas around the water points were like mini obstacle courses. There were people whose work was to pick up these bottles.

I saw a tall white guy and another guy running barefoot. My wife later told me there were a number of barefoot runners.

Some motorbikes and vehicles came from behind us. We were told to make way. The elite runners doing the full marathon were passing. Their route required repeating a section of the route, which is why they were passing us. They were running much faster than most of us. It was interesting to note that most of them were wearing vests and small shorts, as opposed to the more casual runners who were wearing more. One would get the impression that the more serious a runner you were, the less you wore. That may be true, considering that I was wearing a jacket.

There was also a bit of advertising going on. One runner had a vest written Team Kanu. (KANU is the oldest political party in Kenya). Others had matching t-shirts advertising this organisation or another. I remembered reading an article that said something like a group people were either barred from entering a stadium or thrown out, during the Olympics or maybe World Cup, because they had t-shirts that were advertising something. Sorry I can’t remember the details. (See related article here). Evidently, no such restrictions applied here.

I found my wife at Nyayo Stadium as she had said she would be. She was literally at the roundabout, having been assumed to be an official or part of the press. She took photos, and told me that a friend of hours, Sydney, had passed some minutes before. Passing opposite our church, I saw a guy I knew by face. I was walking at the time. Run, he urged, so I started running again. There were some boys in the Highway Secondary School compound cheering guys, cracking jokes and generally making noise. I went on. Tom called out to me from the side of the road that was heading to town. It was around 9:22a.m, so there was no way he was going to meet his 2-hour goal.

When I reached the turning point, I was told there were 5km to go. I felt hope rising. I could complete this race in under 3 hours. I saw the lady from Slimpossible still heading towards the turn. Passing our church again, I again saw the familiar guy, he again urged us to run. When I reached the Nyayo Stadium roundabout, I was a bit taken aback to realise that the route first led us a bit away from the stadium, to a roundabout then back to the stadium. That meant more minutes. I kept going. When I reached the final turn, there were many people walking. Some had finished their run, and others were walking to the finish. Franklin, I saw Sydney. I urged him to run with me but he did not. I left him behind. I decided that the final stretch may actually make a difference, so I decided to run as much as I could. Nearing the actual stadium entrance, I saw a car with a huge timer, saying 2:47. I was delighted. I was going to manage less than 3 hours. I ran on. I reached a guy who was walking and urged him to run. He did. On the last bend, I saw my wife next to the track! (How did she get there?) She took pictures. The guy I had asked to run asked me to photograph him with his camera. I ran ahead, turned at snapped him. I had finished!

21km is actually tough. But I did it. It would probably have been significantly easier if I had trained for it. Now I understand why people get addicted to running. I want to do better next time.

My official time was 2:50:07. I beat George by about 4 minutes. Eve and Tom took about 2hrs 34 minutes.