The last weekend of October is always a special one in this household since little one was two years old (which was 3 years ago). It is marathon weekend here in Ljubljana and we always proudly take part one way or the other.
We’re not the only ones! More than 1% of the nation’s population participated! In our case, the statistics weren’t bad either. 50% of the family ran. For next year we’re planning 100% participation as it will be tiny one’s first marathon and we’ll send daddy to go with her.
Day 1 – Saturday
Saturday was, as usual, the kids’ day. The weather forecast was terrible so we left tiny one at grandma’s, put on our waterproof jackets and set off to run 200m. By 11 a.m. it still wasn’t raining but as soon as we got out of the underground garage at our destination the first raindrops fell. Luckily that is all that was. The drizzle turned into clouds and clouds eventually turned into sunshine, incredible!!
So we were quite lucky weather wise.
We got to our start zone just before the 2014 girls start so we had a couple of minutes for some warming up and a motivational talk. Our little one gets overwhelmed in crowds so starting lines at run events are always a little tricky. But on the other hand, participating in these events I think has helped him in overcoming this fear of crowds and strangers and he is much better at this today. Hopefully, this progress continues as he grows.
Anyways, it was time to run. I really really wanted to catch up to him and film him same as I did last year but he and his friend from kindergarten were so quick this year that I actually didn’t manage to catch up with them. They were already done and waiting at the finish line when I got close enough to get a shot.
Bad for the video, great for the kids! We were incredibly proud! He was still a bit overwhelmed while he was looking for me but as soon as we found each other and continued to collect his medal, everything was forgotten and he started to feel proud of himself as well.
This is why we do it every year. Not for the running. For this feeling of accomplishment he gets when he realizes he has overcome his fear and reached his goal.
Day 2- Sunday
Saturday, marathon day. Also 10k day in my case. This was the first time I went that little one was big enough to actually understand and sincerely wish me luck. He said he was going to cheer on me, gave me a huge kiss and a hug before I left. This was something else for me. The prize was already there, I couldn’t have asked for more.
As I left home at about 7:30 a.m. it was raining already. A friend came by from out of town, parked his car near our home so that it was still outside of the marathon route and then we decided to take a cab to get to the city center where the starting line was. Problem was, our taxi was late. I should have listened to my beau and called ahead the night before. Then the taxi driver got lost and stopped at the wrong building. At last, we managed to find each other, hopped in the car and off we went.
I changed in the cab to save time and we used the road from our drop off to the wardrobe tent as warm up. But we made it just in time so that was the second win of the day.
Third win of the day was the fact that by the time we got out of that cab it had already stopped raining.
I only needed one more win, My goal was to run the 10k in under 1 hour. Not a very ambitious goal, I’ve ran faster than that in the past but it’s been a hard year. We welcomed a new member to our family, I’ve had a ton of birth-related health issues, I have been working out a lot but I’ve only started to run two months ago. So this goal, although quite a modest one, was extremely important to me.
I have to mention I didn’t make any of the mistakes I made in some previous races but I did manage to screw up my Bluetooth settings and ended up fixing my music during the first km. It didn’t affect my time, it was still a fast one but it did ruin the awesomeness and grandioseness of the start.
And I made it! Barely, but made it. 59:55.
This wasn’t just time for me. It was a victory against all odds. Against the hurdles mother nature has thrown at me.
The weather held through the race. But then at the finish line, it started to pour. I didn’t mind. It felt like tears streaming down my face even though I didn’t cry. But I was so emotional I kept swinging from being ecstatic about my accomplishment to being a bit disappointed I was so close to missing it.
But then I came home and my boy told me he was proud of me. He said I was the fastest in the world. “No, you are,” I replied hugging him.
That was it. The doubts were gone. I was awesome.
I am awesome.
Until next year, Ljubljana marathon.