I cross the finish
line and say to the lady: I don’t know if my net time is good enough.
The lady gives me
a medal and says: I am giving you a medal. Well done.
Her attitude was
fantastic. Big thank you to her.
I then walk past
stacks of bottled water and look for my gear bag.
A few buses wait.
A man says they are all full of people; wait for the next bus.
I wear a jumper
and sit on a rock. I congratulate a few people and we talk about the race.
When I ask: If you
are doing to next year, they all groan and look at the sky. Nobody says can’t
wait for next year.
A young guy near
me says: My legs say no.
My reply is: Next
week your legs will recover and your colleagues at work will say well done and
you may start to think maybe…
One guy says: Not
as fast as I wanted. I look around at all the exhausted legs and think. I think
everybody up here would say: Not as fast as I wanted. Everybody I see has sore legs, is wearing a
medal and has learnt something about themselves.
We are all
exhausted. Sitting or standing is an ordeal.
A group of
schoolkids is very happy. One of them
asks me to take their photo which I am very happy to do. Their school excursion
was a walk-up Mt Wellington.
Sitting on the
rocks it is very windy. We ignore the view. We wait and after about half an
hour a bus appears.
We board the bus
and it sways and slips down the mountain. I’ve eaten nothing but my stomach
abhors the trip down. The trip down seems to last forever. Worse than the trip
up. I vomit into my mouth, keep my mouth closed, swallow my feedback and feel
better.
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