One year later and the run continues, with or with Corona

One year later and the run continues, with or with Corona

Oh, how time flies!  It was on such a date, March 11, 2020, that the world health organization (WHO) declared the corona virus a global pandemic.  The very corona virus that causes SARS-COVID-2-2019 aka COVID-19.  It did not take long before Kenya shut down most sectors of its economy, starting with a 6.00pm to 5.00am curfew, a ban on social gathering and closure of all learning institutions.  

It got worse when a week later we had a lockdown, where Nairobi and five other towns were locked down from the rest of Kenya, with entry and exit from these towns banned.  Workers were asked to work from home or mostly not at all.  It was a first time in living memory that the world was coming to an end!  It was at this same time that four new concepts were introduced into human vocabularies – social-distancing, face-masking, hand-washing and quarantining.

It was a scary time in our history.  We feared the unknown.  We feared the worst.  We were facing this new virus, causing a new disease that few understood.  We had a new disease that was deadly – a ‘sure’ death sentence if you were to get it, yet, at the same time, only few people were dying from the disease.  What was this contradictory disease?  

Some populace in the globe even started to advance conspiracy theories that this whole thing was some making of some conspiring nations to disrupt the world economy, for some ‘conspiratory’ reasons!  This would lead some people in some parts of the world to do nothing about this virus.  To them, there was no such virus.  Life continued uninterrupted in their world.  Our southern neighbours would take that ‘no corona’ route (with lots of regret one year later).

It was a scary time in our history.  We feared the unknown.  We hid in our houses and armed ourselves with foods and drugs.  We would not go down without a fight.  We would fight the new virus until one of the parties gave up the ghost.  The virus would however win the war and the battle.  Spreading like wildfire, starting from China in December 2019, to the rest of the world.. one infection at a time.

It was a scary time in our history.  We feared the unknown.  We would however learn new lessons with time, though by that time lives had been lost, jobs had been lost and our freedoms were lost.  We were now operating on rules, fear and rumors.  Nonetheless, we were getting to understand the new virus and the new disease.  We started understanding that a good rest aka quarantine was the basic therapy for the new disease – can you imagine that?  Recovering without treatment?  That is was the new disease taught us!  

And therefore, recoveries started becoming many.  Fatalities remained few, stabilizing at a constant rate of 2% of all cases.  There was prediction that Africa would be mostly wiped out by this new disease.  We wondered why us?  Nonetheless, the Armageddon that was to hit Africa would come to pass not.  It would not take long before we had vaccines developed in record time and released for immediate use.  

Humanity was at stake and preservation of life was at the highest of priorities.  Life would just have to come back to normal.  We could not survive without our normal – old normal or new normal – but normal nonetheless.  Lockdowns would be lifted, curfew hours would be shortened, schools would reopen, work from office would resume, life would start having some semblance of normalcy, albeit with the four buzz words remaining firm on our vocabularies…. Social-distancing, face-masking, hand-washing and quarantining.

It was scary during that March 11, 2020 declaration day.  We feared for the end of the world as we know it.  On that date* we had 4,813 confirmed cases and 294 deaths on planet earth.  Mortality rate was 6%, with little or no knowledge on how to manage this new scary virus.  Kenya had zero cases.  One year later**, and the world has now suffered 118,958,711 infections and 2,637,365 deaths, though we also celebrate 94,531,192 recoveries.  This is a 2% mortality rate.  Kenyan numbers are now 111,185 infections, 1,899 deaths and 87,994 recoveries.  We still social-distance, we still face-mask, we still hand-wash and we still quarantine as necessary.  How the world has changed in just one year!

*WHO data

**worldometers data

So, as I remember that Monday run, three days ago, when I was on that Uthiru to Gitaru and back route.  On that very day when I finished the run feeling as fatigued as if I had the corona thing, my only consolation was that I had the four words in my vocabulary keeping me going… social-distancing, face-masking, hand-washing and quarantining (if came to that).  Luckily, it was just a marathoner’s fatigue, since I was back to normalcy hardly one-hour after than 2.19.14 run.  

And anyways, there is no shame in contracting the corona virus.  It can happen.  It does happen.  Even if it does, it comes and goes without much ado in a majority of cases.  Just a forced rest for a period of about two weeks aka quarantine, and then you are good to go.  Therefore, let us celebrate the one-year of scary moments with the comfort that humanity shall always find a way to prevail… however bad things may seem.

WWB, the coach, Nairobi, Kenya, March 11, 2021

Waiting six months for nothing

Waiting six months for nothing

Today is a Wednesday.  CV infections are 7,403,022 with 416,568 deaths as per worldometers.  WHO is more conservative with 7,145,539 and 408,025.  There has been debate about the source and authenticity of these numbers, but let us not dwell on that for now… Infections are in the millions and fatalities are in the almost half million.  

It rained most night and most morning.  It was still drizzling while I made my way to the starting line for the lunch hour run.  I was having second thoughts about even taking this run.  I was being forced to this run since those 1,000 miles in 2020 were now beckoning.  If anything, a new quest for 1,500 miles was in the offing.

I looked up at the clouds and the waters hit my projected face.  The drizzle was still real and the time was exactly noon.  I was just about to be happy that I was not going to run, when the drizzle stopped before my very eyes and the weather become still.  It was cold.  The horizons of Ngong hills and city centre was engulfed in white haze.  It looked like it was raining over there, some ten or so kilometres off to the horizon.  At that rate, if true, then it would just be a matter of time before the rains started pounding this part of the city once more.

There was no time to second guess my decision.  I was soon out of the block and started off my three gadgets.  Yes, three – two cells and the newbie wrist strap bracelet that had just arrived last week.  This is a gadget that I had waited for since January.  I made the first order online in late January.  By then CV was not a threat at all.  Starting with first data of 41 infections and 1 death on Jan. 11, the world had just moved to 854 cases and 24 deaths as at January 24 – mostly all in China.  The rest of the world was safe, with no worries.  International travel by air or otherwise was still going on as usual.

I had ordered the gadget through an online agent, but by the time they firmed up the order in February, the shippers at China were already facing a lockdown.  Shipment of exports from China was starting to be delayed.  I was asked to wait for 2-months!  Which was quite something.  It would normally take three weeks max to get something from there.  I waited and finally in March, just after the Kili marathon, I did get my item… or rather an empty package.

It took me two weeks to get my refund after returning the empty packet, even as we started the month of April.  By then Kenya was already on curfew and lockdown.  The world had recorded 827,404 cases of CV with 40,712 deaths as at April 1.  Kenya had recorded 59 cases with 1 fatality by that date.  International shipping was a pain, now that air transport had ground to a halt in most countries including Kenya.  

The exception remained cargo, but the cargo was now moving around quite slowly on the now clear airspaces.  A re-order of a similar item in early April resulted into an ‘out of stock’ notification after two weeks of waiting.  A third order of the gadget in mid-April resulted into almost two months of waiting.  I was given an approximate receiving date of June 1 – imagine, April 15 to June 1!  Even a ship could have traversed the waters from China to Mombasa in less than that period!!  But I waited.  There was nothing to do but wait.

Last week the gadget finally arrived – after waiting since January!  And… and it did disappoint!  I had expected that I would put an end to running with the two cells, which I do due to their route mapping ability and the maps can subsequently be exported and shared.  This feature is was the features page of the gadget had promised, “… has GPS to track and map the run...”

The bracelet has GPS alright, but there is no way of keeping it on.  You switch it on and when you move to the next button, you find that it has gone back off.  There is no way of starting your run on the GPS screen.  Means that when you just press a button to get you off GPS screen and onto the ‘start’ button for the run, the GPS is off already!  And the distance that the gadget gives, without GPS is always 50% more that the true distance.

Take the Sunday run for example.  That date of the international MA-RA-TH-ON.  The day when four athletes had to form a relay team and each contribute a 10.5km run that should then add all up to equal a full marathon, within the hours of June 6 midnight to June 7 midnight.  I was already tired from the Friday run, and hence did not have the strength for a run on June 6.  I decided to go for it on Sunday June 7.  I would only be doing the 10.5km contribution to my relay team, and be done.

I had mapped the run on Google maps and knew exactly how many loops I had to do at the Vet-loop and be back to the finish line after conquering exactly 10.5km.  I left to start the run with the usual two cells, one running Endomondo, the other Runkeeper.  I had already tried to see if Strava can be of use on one of the cells, but it persisted on the ‘No GPS’ screen for too long that I had to give up on it and use the alternative apps.  

Despite this, the MA-RA-TH-ON event was being tallied on Strava, and they had already cautioned that ‘… all runs on Strava shall automatically be recorded as part of the event’.  I had thought that was quite stringent, and discriminatory, in the world where run apps come in all manner of names and can usually export a map that is then available for consumption by any other app.  

In fact, this is what consoled me even as I abandoned Strava.  I knew that I could easily import the run data from Endo or RK onto Strava.  I had already done this data exchange for the three runs of June.  I therefore knew for sure that Stava was capable of ingesting run data from any other app.  I was not worried any bit about recording my fast 10.5km onto Strava… and… onto the international relay aka MA-RA-TH-ON.

The third gadget on this Sunday run was ‘the gadget’, the very wrist strap bracelet that does not seem to keep GPS on.  I had already set GPS on, and pressed the other button to get me to the run start screen.  I could see the GPS icon flashing on the starting screen, which I later read on the manual meant that GPS had not yet ‘locked’.  A polite way of saying, ‘no GPS’.  

No GPS meant, the run could not be tracked using satellite, hence it is not possible to map, or distance the run.  But I still gave it the benefit of the doubt.  Maybe the GPS signal would be acquired within the run duration, after all, the mid-day weather was quite bright with a good level of sun due to absence of any cloud cover.  The day had all the ingredients of GPS signal availability.  But do not just take my word for it, the two other run gadgets had full (green level) GPS signal strength.

I finished my MA-RA-TH-ON just after one-thirty.  I stopped my three gadgets.  The apps were in full agreement – 10.54km in 47m44s – a 4m32s per km.  That run took a toll on me!  I am not sprinting any more such runs in a while.  I immediately uploaded the run data to Strava online and it graciously accepted.  I then looked at the ‘challenges’ page on Strava, and the message was still, 

‘You have registered for one challenge MA-RA-TH-ON and 0 challenges completed’

“What?,” I shouted to the screen while at the empty office.  

Sweat was still dripping from my forehead and arms and now soaking the desktop.

I refreshed the webpage.  The message remained at 0 done.

I logged out and logged back to Strava.  The message remained 0 events done.  

At the same time, the same app indicated the 10.54km done, under my list of events, but it did not seem to get this event into the list of challenges done.

I was still all sweaty and wondering whether I actually needed to time my run with Strava only for the run to count into the relay challenge.  I would really have let my team down if I failed to bring forth my 10.5km to the table.  But, I had not failed to bring the distance to the table.  I had done it.  I had witnesses.  I was sweating profusely for crying out loud, if that was not witness enough!  

Endomondo was my witness!  

Runkeeper was my witness!  

Even Strava was my witness!!  

All these apps were showing a BIG congratulatory message for the fastest run in 2020 – but the challenge was still indicating a 0 done!  How unfair?

I really contemplated taking another 10.5km run – if that is what it would take to get the distance registered as part of my contribution to the relay team.  However, after some denial phase, I came to the acceptance that my fate was sealed.  I had done my run, it is only that fate had conspired against me, to deny me an opportunity to contribute the distance to the kitty of the international relay.  

I had now made up my mind – I was not repeating the run.  If the distance and time would not count, so be it.  If I had already stopped doing things for CV aka TT, what about the relay?  There was no real prize anyway, just bragging rights over a fast average pace.  I could skip that and not lose any sleep.  I was in fact even happy that my ‘miserable’ speed would not be up for debate on Whatsapp, as it would not count in the discussions of who was who.

It was now just past two, when I had to make full disclosure on the marathoners Whatsapp group.

“Sorry team members.  I did the run using Runkeeper and imported the data to Strava.  Unfortunately, Strava has failed to recognize this run as part of the challenge.  I tried but it is too late to do anything about it.  Once more, sincere apologies to the relay team.”

A few chat exchanges later and….

“It is taking time for Strava to update the data.  Just wait.  I had to wait myself,” a fellow runner in the group would provide the insight.

At three my data was uploaded to the challenge.  By three I had also confirmed that the bracelet gadget had recorded a distance of 16km in 47min45sec.  Why I waited for six months to get nothing still puzzles me.

I shake my head as I head for the showers…. That shaking of head is today, Wednesday, after the lunch hour run that had been rained in advance.  The very run that took me through the muddy Vet-loop and equally muddy trail from Mary Leakey school through the University farm, all the way to the tarmac as I joined Kanyariri tarmac.  The run was difficult.  Running on mud is difficult.  The very run that tested the three gadgets once more, with the bracelet recording a ‘fake’ 36.8km in 2hr 3min 34sec.  The other two recorded the expected 24 point something km in the exact same time.

Why I waited for six months to get nothing still puzzles me.  I shake my head as I head for the showers….

WWB, the Coach, Nairobi, Kenya, June 10, 2020