The final push... |
The course is lovely – out and back along the beautiful coastline. Tom’s right to tell me the views will be great… except, of course, most of the time I’m too busy concentrating on the rhythm of my running to be aware of very much beyond that! The only changes I notice are turning and running back into the increasing wind and then, at about mile eight, getting absolutely drenched in a massive shower. I’m soaked through and rivulets of water are pouring in my eyes and down my face – and I feel ridiculously, stupidly happy.
Towards the finish line... |
By mile eleven, my happiness levels start dropping and at mile twelve, when a friendly marshal encourages me with a cheery shout of ‘only another mile to go!’ I want to lie down and weep… but I don’t. Somehow, I dig in. I think of all the training I’ve put in; running early in the morning, running up hills, running in the cold and wet. I visualise the final stretch of my familiar training run and tell myself I can do this. And suddenly the finish line is within reach and I feel utterly euphoric! I’ve done it – and achieved a personal best of 2hrs 10minutes 18 seconds. Even better, Tom’s there to congratulate me, sharing my joy. What a moment!
Feeling a bit pleased with my gong! |
My heartfelt thanks to the organisers of the Llanelli Waterside Half Marathon, Human Being Active, the volunteers and everyone involved for making it such a great, well-organised race.
I often see the parallels between writing and running since both involve long hours of solitary hard work – like now with a second round of edits upon me. However, it’s a great feeling when the hard work results in something tangible and I’m delighted and honoured that Honno Welsh Women’s Press have chosen one of my poems as Poem of the Month for March. You can read it here.
And after all that excitement – it’s head down and back to the edits!
Comments
What a lovely analogy!
Congratulations to reach the goal on both accounts,
Teresa
I think your poem is ace, too. Congrats on the win! I thought it was very evocative & it reminded me of cutting peat up on the Strath in Sutherland. Loved it.
I really was, Kath... must have been all the endorphins or something. I'm so chuffed at your comments about the poem - poetry's special to me so it feels really good to have some work out there. Thank you.
Bravo!
I would also like to tell you how much I like your poem. As a city person, I admire your way of taking me to a place in which I have never lived. Somehow, your words gave me entry.
xo