To my lovely daughters,
I thought it was about time that your dad started to make regular postings. He is, after all, just as important in your life as me. I am certain that you would like to read about him and his life as you were growing up.
Last week your dad took a solo trip to Cambodia …
Enjoy him as much as I do – love your dad,
Small talk about running the Cambodian half-marathon became a reality when my lovely wife went online and entered me into the race. Since this time, my training has been sporadic, often reprioritised due to the ‘vicissitudes of life’. Then a Hong Kong cold knocked the wind out of me (and Shan too) and my training took another turn for the worse. And then there was the jock itch! Almost ready to reconsider whether running a half marathon was such a good idea, I kept prevailing, actually running 21 km in training! For a couple of days thereafter I was walking rather slowly, but nevertheless points were on the scoreboard. Psychologically, this was an important milestone in a ‘Yes I can’ mindset.
When I reached Cambodia I ran a comfortable 13 km to maintain the average level of fitness I had reached. In hindsight, this was a somewhat stupid idea as the same day I visited 10 temples, which meant I was walking constantly all day, which involved lots of temple climbing. One example is Phnom Bok a temple on top of a hill 25 km from Sein Reap, 212 metres tall with one set of stairs straight up. The very next day, whilst temple hiking again, the right knee just buckled with a jolt of pain. My half marathon dream flashed before me: Noooooo! I had half a tub of tiger balm and 5 pain relief patches. Would they do the trick?
Spending an hour sports massage followed by lying down in my hotel room each afternoon with a pain relief patch and with appropriate tiger balm coverage, I prayed that my body could recover sufficiently for me to make 21 km.
During the run it was touch and go, my knee began to hurt after only 2 km. At this time, I willed my body to go on and finished the race in 2 hours and 8 minutes, a personal best time!
More on my Cambodia trip to come in another blog entry.
Love you forever, my poppets,