I went home glad that I didn’t get the chance to pull a hammy.
We had been there waiting for my brother and sister to finish and boy, what a heart-melter it is at the finish line. Children waiting and watching for their parents and then running or walking the final few metres with them did the soul so much good.
I felt quite emotional at times. Friends running together, serious athletes and workmates, mums, dads,and students who all enter for different reasons gutsing it out.
The organisers need to take a bow, because my brother from Australia said it was one of the best-organised events he has ever run in.
He said everything went on time, the information and signage were perfect, but the most fantastic thing was the motivation from the volunteers on the way around. It made a massive difference to morale.
Just so you know I’m not a complete blob, I have walked a half-marathon before when I lived in Dunedin and boy is that motivation necessary.
Especially when you are getting close to the end and you have blisters the size of onions you can feel forming on your feet.
That being said, the euphoria you feel at completing what you set out to achieve is the thing that was clearly evident on Sunday around Whanganui’s bridges and at Pākaitore Motua Gardens at the Pak’n’Save finish line. You’re tired, can’t walk anymore, but you’re chuffed with yourself.
Whanganui does events so well and this was no exception. People from all over New Zealand and overseas got to see our beautiful awa and experience why this is such a great place to live.