"Are we there yet!!??!!??"
Almost.
The drunken students at Pinetown have given us the strength to run
again next year - because we wouldn't want to be like them. 70km
behind us, and just a few more to go, though at this stage, you
battle to calculate how far it still is or how much time you still
have. You have become a victim of 'Marathon Maths' which renders
your brain useless at simple calculations of distance, time and
pace. Don't stress - you should have a pace chart with you that
will tell you exactly how far and how long.
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| Pinetown to the finish |
As the picture shows above, it is mostly down hill for these 20km.
The remaining hills are fairly small, but on broken and tired
legs, can still be very daunting. The 70km behind you has been a
physical battle. Now, it is all just mental. The next 20km will be
the fight of your life - an emotional roller coaster of whether
you will become a superhero, achieve your goal, just miss it, or
totally fail. You will probably feel like quitting a dozen times
in this last stretch. But you will overcome this at least 13
times. The end is near...
Pinetown and over Cowies
The road through Pinetown is long, straight and slightly downhill.
As mentioned previously, the crowds in this area are all too
supportive, bordering on irritating. All part of the day - live
with it.
As you near the end of Pinetown, the road suddenly starts climbing
in front of you. And then the road bends to the right - and climbs
even more. This is Cowies Hill. Only 1.5km long, but fairly steep,
and will bring most runners to a walk at some point.
You know you are at the top of Cowies when you reach a water point
and a mobile TV broadcast village. This is probably the biggest TV
spot, excluding the finish. The best way to ensure you don't make
a total fool of yourself, or waste too much time for that matter,
is to avoid the TV cameras, and especially avoid the TV presenter
that will be trying to interview random passing runners. Chances
are, you will have dried snot on the side of your nose, crusty
salt on your face, and not look your prettiest. If asked an
intelligent interview question, you will mumble something
incomprehensible on national TV. Not good for your CV. Just run
past.
Westville and the highway
At 75km, the lush green of Cowies is left behind and you are
guided onto the highway. The speed limit shows 100km/h. The soles
of your feet laugh at you! No more views to take in. No more
chanting crowds - yes, even the supporters that are left on the
road are tired at this stage, having been out in the sun all day
long. But on hitting the highway, you know that Durban is now very
close.
45th Cutting
A double lane highway won't make your journey over this any
faster. But chances are, you won't even notice this hill. You have
seen so many along the way, another bump in the road is barely
distinguishable from any other. And in your mind, you know you are
nearly there and so you focus on one thing - the finish line.
The salty smell of the sea lures you in. There's only one more
bump to overcome.
Tollgate
No tolls. No gate. And you won't miss this one. Easily
distinguished by the rise of the highway in front of you as it
bends slowly left. There is no shelter along this section of road
- being a highway it is not lined with leafy oaks or shady palms.
But you really don't care any more. You just want to get to Durbs.
And you are now less than a lap of the time trial away from a
medal!
Durban
The highway drops slowly into town. The smell of the taxi rank
tells you you have arrived. The road drops down further into the
city centre, and you feel a bit like a monkey in the zoo as you
run in between cage fencing along Commercial Road (or whatever it
has been renamed as). 2km to go...
The road turns left, and you can see the stadium at the end of the
road. The 'last mile' is full of never tiring dancing girls,
music, and cheering crowds. You know at this stage that a medal is
within your grasp. You have no idea how you got here (much like a
drunken night out really).
The stadium
The beat of the stadium and cheering crowds can be heard before
you enter the stadium. Suddenly, you are filled with strength -
Shoulders up, chest out, knees high as you come onto the grass
pitch. Another 300m victory lap around the ground, with the packed
stadium cheering seemingly only for you (why, is there anyone else
running this race??).
On rounding the last corner and seeing the finish line in front of
you, don't be shy to shed a tear.
The elephant has been eaten! And you shall suffer from
overindulgence for a week to come.
Hope these notes and route description is useful to you. It might
have sounded scary in places - because it probably is. Don't let
these fears put you off, rather let it prepare you so that there
are no surprises on the day.
Good luck with the last week and a bit of training (or rather tapering).
"You are almost there!"
"You're looking great!"
Cheers,
Andrew.