In fasting month, I never have running exercise, even just to take a walk in the morning due to my pre-departure training in I/A/L/F. It starts at 7 in the morning and finish at 13.00 or 15.00, but I usually go to the library after studying in class and do the homework or self studying. *I try to be diligent student*😛
To maintain my body and in order to keep fit, I am cycling to I/A/L/F every day. It is quite exhausted because I am fasting and getting back home when the sun is still shinning brightly.
After one month ‘free’ from running, I’ve been ask by my friends to join Independence Day Run, which organized by Garuda Finisher, which is Agus Harimurti, President’s son, running team. It was held to celebrate Indonesian Independence Day on 17 August 1945 and opened by President in Presidencial Palace. The unique part was the catagories are devided by two: 17K and 8K, also had 45,000 the participants as representation of the independence date.
I enrolled for 17K, which was my longest run ever, and I was practicing only seven times before the race. At first, I wanted to cycle with my friends to Monas, but I had trouble with my bike’s tire. So, I decided to take the first train to Juanda Station and met with my office friends.
Unfortunately, I had stomach ache before the race.
I rushed to the toilet and it made me late for the race!
I was only the red t-shirt participant in thousands of white t-shirts who had not started yet (red t-shirt was for 17K participant, while white t-shirt for 8K). Instead of tried to rush and start running, I took this rare opportunity to take photos with presidential palace guard, like Mr Bean movie😀
The race was started at six sharp, and I started to run at 6.50. It was only light jogging since a lot of white t-shirts every where. When I reached Semanggi, all of the 8K runners was gone because they must took U turn and run on other side of the road. Meanwhile, I tried to increase my pace and catched up to the red t-shirt runners. In Sudirman, only few people that I had passed, but when I took U-turn in front of Al Azhar mosque in the 8.5 kilometers, I passed a lot of runners. As far as I saw, there were no one who still running, only me who had non-stop running from start to the finish line. Or maybe all of the runners were already finished? :rolling eyes
I felt comfortable in my running, I just jogged at pace 7 minutes per kilometer. At 12th kilometers, I felt my right foot was hurt, maybe it caused by my expired old running shoes (still find ways to have permition to buy new one:p). The peak of my tiredness was at 14th kilometers, I was very thristy, I had bitter mouth, there was no water station at all, and my right foot became very painful. I could hold on for the bruised foot, but I didn’t stand for dehidration. At last there was water station 200 meters ahed, I grabbed two glasses of water, one for drink and another to pour my head, so I felt fresh again.
Only three kilometers to go, I kept on running and motivated my self not to walk or even stop. When I saw the finish line, I rose my pace and finished with a big smile🙂
1 hour and 53 minutes for 17K. I proud of it.
Please bear in my mind, absorb in my brain, tattoo in my skins to not to be late again😀