Nepal - Everest Marathon - November 2005

Thursday, November 24, 2005

Back In Kathmandu after marathon

Hi all,

Writing this from a fairly seedy looking internet cafe in down town Kathmandu, at 11.30 at night in between beers, seems a good time to go on line as the connection is fast and cheap.

Still blown away by Nepal and have not got the sight of the mountains out of my head, will be with me forever.

I can honestly say that I had had my fill of camping,  in freezing conditions in army like set ups. deprived of basics like toilet paper, and running water. Maybe I'm just soft, but not washing for nearly three weeks isn't really that much fun. The only thing I consoled myself with was that every one else smelt much the same!

It seems strange coming back to the husssle and bussle of town life, after not seeing a vehicle at all other than a helicopter for nearly three weeks.

Kathmandu is noisy, vibrant and mildly ramshackle. You can buy virtually anything here within a mile radius of our hotel. I am busy bartering for Xmas gifts.

The marathon was on Monday, 80 odd runners, mostly European with 20 or so Nepalese who made the rest of the runners look like geriatrics.

Altitude training, natural abilitiy, tenacity, and lots of guts ensured that the winner was definitley Nepalese. These men and women are not human! The terrain was difficult to say the least, apparently down hill 26.2 miles but there are large up hill bits which most normal people would struggle to walk, let alone run.

I was full of intrepidation about race day, I thought that there were potentially going to be lots of injuries, possibly needing helicoptor evacauation, but ... I was wrong. At worst we had a sprained ankle, a few dodgy knees and back pain. I was handing out water, paracetamol and co-codamol in equal measures, all seemingly equally effective!

The Nepalese winner did some incredible time, around 4 hrs, or under, but was penalised 10 mins, as he and a number of others broke race rules and didn't carry the obligatory kit (waterproofs, bivvy bag, food & water, and whistle).

I thought that the race would be televised, but there was certainly no evidence of any camera crews. I was stationed at the top of Sarnessa , and was treated to the view of eighty odd exhausted runners at mile 17, in need or more than just water! I had a good day acting as a cross between a marshall, doc, and mentor for the runners.

I can honestly say that as much as I love running, I was very pleased not to have a race number on my shirt that day.

Now back in Kathmandu, we are all having a relaxing tine, catching up on luxuries previously denied to us, hot showers, beer, decent meals, and late nights.

I will try and down load a few photos tomorrow, tonight it seems beyond the techinical expertise of the cafe I am in.

Fina

1 Comments:

  • We are in awe of you!!! Life her seems so dull. Well done to you for following your dreams.
    Sue and Dave

    By Anonymous Anonymous, at Tue Nov 29, 10:36:00 PM 2005  

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