I enjoy running for the exercise and the ability that it allows to be close to a city and the people. There were many events that I witnessed on my long weekend runs through downtown (e.g. prostitutes ending work at 5 am, 50 workers packing into a pick-up truck heading to work) that very few people would have seen.
My training started in August and by November 1st my knee was sore with tendinitis. Sore enough that I had to stop running about 3 weeks before the December 1st race. But the since I had paid my 200 RMB ($32) I thought I would go get my t-shirt, number and other free-bees. The knee had felt good over the last week so I decided the night before to run the half.
|Pickup the day before|
|Find you name on the poster amongst|
|The wall of names, mostly Chinese|
|History of running in China|
The race day was a perfect temperature but the air-pollution index was above 200, which is defined as, "very unhealthy, Protection recommended". This is above the "Limit outdoor activity" level. But hey, it was only 13 miles.
|Air Pollution App just before the race|
I started the race with a local friend and the knee felt great. At the 12 km point I had recalled that there was a turnoff point of the marathoners from the rest and after 5 km it would connect back up with them. So I called home to confirm. The worst case would be that it would hurt and then I would limit my run to about 16 mi.
To make a long story about a long race short, I my knee felt good so I kept going and finished the full marathon. It is a week later and my muscles are still sore and maybe I have done permanent damage to my body but hey, I can say that I finished the race without stopping to walk!
|Pre-race band. Many supporter along the route|
were chanting "China, china".
|Port-a-potty, it was a hole in the ground for|
|The starting mob on the Bund.|
|I was about 200 meters from the start. We had|
chip time so it didn't really matter.
|I started the race with a friend. He did it in 3:30.|
|Off we go, it took about 2 minutes to cross the|
|This was a photo at the finish line area.|
I was too tired to think about taking photos.