In order to ready about Day 2, it would help matters if you had the background, by reading what took place on Days 0, 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8 and 9. Go there and then hurry back.
Day 10
Because I am participating in a challenge to run 1000km within a year I have been having a few shorter intermittent runs in between the Kenny endeavor, and that probably seems to qualify the time it has taken me to complete this assignment. I took care not to log the runs, so as to preserve the integrity of this experiment.
This is the last day of the 100km for Kenny and I can’t believe it is coming to an impromptu end. However, I’m somewhat relieved that the night sweats and anxiety attacks about the pending of this task shall also be brought to a stop. (not real)
Anyway, this is how it goes down. I leave office early to get to my starting point (my old lady’s home in Naguru close to Kampala Parents School) I have chosen the familiar 10k route that is used for the MTN marathon. My state of mind for this run is not quite clear. It’s the end of the day, so I am somewhat tired. I am neither psyched nor am I feeling the existential dread which assails runners who feel overloaded. So I go through the preparatory motions mechanically and I am out the door. I remember what my running quasi coach and mentor Keith told me about the absolute importance of warm ups before long runs, so I use the first few minutes to do that going uphill. When I finally turn onto Bukoto- Ntinda road sloping to Kiira road I have broken into a full heady pace that surprises me. I expect it to taper as I climb Kiira road to get to Kamwokya. That does not happen significantly. My Garmin is displaying figures I have rarely seen e.g. 4:30 min/km and it is sustained.
My near term goal has been to run a 1 hour- 10km. It is largely unofficial so I am not targeting it every time I go out running. And anyone who runs knows, the tedious difficulty of shaving minutes off your race times, especially when you run regularly and therefore have limited scope for radical improvements. But there was something about today. Perhaps my newly born skepticism from my last 10k, concerning what my speed limitations actually are is causing said limitations to come undone in a real way.
Unfortunately, it is progressively becoming dark, the boda bodas start to become a nuisance, and the Kololo hills throw havoc into the equation. But, friends, despite everything, I am quite literally flying. The final hill back from Kiira Road up to Bukoto traffic lights is punishing but I am fighting tooth and nail. As I Slope back to my starting point at Kampala Parents School, I am now intent on smashing all Personal bests and in order to ensure that progress, I am sprinting to the FINISH. Everything hurts but you wouldn’t tell by looking at me, because I am smiling. I am happy. Moreover, I am grateful. I have run 10km in 1 hour and 7 minutes. If death can be said to be of any importance, it is in reminding us to live and do so in fine active style. Rest Well Kenny. 100KM
End of Day 10
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