One week and three marathons – why virtual is good and bad
Today is a Sunday. It is the last day of the 2021 edition of the Standard Chartered Nairobi International marathon. If anything, it is actually the real day of the run. It is usually the day of the real run, until ‘virtual’ spoiled the party. Virtual running has meant that there is a one-week window to do the run, from wherever you are. We would usually have this run at the city centre stadium, at the same time, on the same starting line, with the full list of marathon greats.
That was the norm in the good old days before corona. However, corona had hit us hard from December 2019 and led to cancellation of most runs in 2020, include the Stanchart of 2020 which was cancelled outright due to corona. We had escaped a second-year cancellation, but corona had forced us into this run-from-home event now called virtual. The very corona that had now infected 247,283,954 people globally, leading to 5,013,391 deaths. Kenyan numbers were 253,310 and 5,281 respectively.
To put these numbers into perspective, the population of New Zealand, Liberia or Ireland is just about that 5M figure. This virus was now forcing us to avoid large crowds and run individually or in small groups and run far from the event venue. The virtual event had its good and its bad. The adrenaline of the crowds is something you cannot get while running virtually at home. Formulating a route to fit the run is quite difficult.
The dangers of the road are many, unlike the real event where roads are closed to traffic and runner rule the roads. A real event has the routes marked and there is nourishment in terms of water, glucose, and occasionally soda and fruits, every five-kilometres. You benefit from roadside restrooms at the same intervals. However, you are on your own when running virtually. It is the lack of nourishment that breaks a virtual run and renders the longer distances very difficult to do.
Nonetheless, it is not all gloom on the virtual front. Running virtually gives you a window of one-week to decide on when you want to run. There is no restriction on date or time. There is no restriction on the geographical location or the route that you can take. You can even run many runs and choose the best of them as the final one to post to the event website. Did I mention that you can even run different distances if you so wished?
Yes, it is with this issue of running-many-different-distances in mind that I found myself rushing to the starting point for a 10km run on this hot Sunday. It was the last day of the run, the run that had been done since last Monday had already culminated into the final ‘real’ event at the Nairobi’s Nyayo stadium. The final event of which only the invited elite runners participated in. The rest of us were to experience the good and the bad of the virtual run from the comfort of home, in my case some twelve kilometres from the Nyayo stadium venue.
I had already done my 21km marathon on Tuesday. I had even escorted Sharon for her 10km debut marathon on Thursday. I was today running for someone registered on my team as WW, not WWB. This WW was registered for the 10km run and I had just noted on the posted results on the organizers website that WW had not yet posted any results on the 10km.
There were about eight more hours before the marathon event closed. That was plenty of time to do something about this missing run. Not only that, I was also aware that one of the team runners, Beryl, was going to miss this run after suffering a last minute medical issue. A run on her behalf could ease her pain and add mileage to the total collection of distance that we were mining in this virtual running week. It was not last minutes. Any distance that was getting to the team was welcome. I had even sent email to the team to remind them to get out and do their runs for the team. This was it!
The sun was overhead and hot as I started off the run at Uthiru. I was on the same 10km route that I had accompanied Sharon on, during that Thursday run. However, this would be a run of similarities and contrasts. While we started that Thursday run on almost similar solar radiation, I started this run with a real run, unlike last time when we started the run with a walk. I was adorned with the same luminous yellow T-shirt of NMMT branding, just like on Thursday.
While on that Thursday we had met the ruffian just across the Waiyaki way after Kabete Poly, the very ruffian who greeted me in zeal and encouraged me to, “mseya, endelea kuletanga tu warembo manze. Mimi pia uniletee mmoja next time,” much to the chagrin of Sharon. This day was different. I crossed the Waiyaki way without seeing anybody who wanted to interrupt my run and then kept running with no much ado.
I reached Ndumbo stage and soon started on the downhill towards Wangari Maathai institute on Kapenguria road. I increased pace and the gravity kicked in to pull me towards the river. I was almost out of breath as I reached the river. On Thursday I was still at conversational pace by the time we hit the river. I did not give much thought to the upcoming hill after the river on that Thursday. Today was different. I knew that there was the one kilometre uphill coming up. I reduced speed towards the river crossing then settled on a pace that could propel me to the end of that hill, past KAGRI and soon to the Lower Kabete Road to do the U-turn. I still touched the tarmac as I did the U.
I was not looking forward to my run route back. I knew that there was that hill after the river all the way to Ndumbo. A two-kilometre section of pure hell on earth! I soon found myself on that very hill. It was tough! The sun was just hovering straight ahead, beaming its heat onto my face as I kept running to the West. The beams were painful on the face. The glare of the horizon was blinding! I kept going, hoping and wishing that this hill could just end.
While on Thursday we were even commenting that the hill was ‘somehow mild’ after Wangari Maathai towards Ndumbo, as we walked its length to completion, it was different today. That hill was long and nowhere near mild! I still struggled on and finished the uphill just past Ndumboini stage. From there I did the right turn and then ran round the big circle, with the collection of churches encircled, to join Waiyaki way.
I now had only two more kilometres to finish the run. My energy levels were still high, and the sun had started losing some of its hard-hitting beams. It was even hitting me from the back as I ran towards the East on Waiyaki way. I crossed that road and started the last stretch past Kabete Poly back to Uthiru. My energy levels were still top notch. It was a sprint to the finish line. I stopped the timer at 11.93km in 58min 17sec at an average of 4min 53sec per km.
Why the data was converted to 10.00km in 49min 55sec at an average of 5.00 when posted to the Stanchart website still remains a mystery. That leaderboard showed that that time was a position 9 ranking. Of course, there shall be adverse changes to that list when the elites post their data. But the screenshot of that listing remains the truth as at the time of writing. I even believe that I deserve a 42km medal. After all, I did 42km in the virtual marathon week in those three runs, didn’t I?
WWB, the Coach, Nairobi, Kenya, October 31, 2021
