I was going to share my perspective on the one mile race that Nash participated in on Sunday but Nash tells the story a lot better. Check it out. By the way, I love to see my hubby run and I enjoy cheering him on.
Nash’s Race on Sunday
And that I did. There were already people in front of me and I somehow got caught into a pack. Nevertheless, I broke out and I started to run a bit faster. There were now less people in front of me but not too far into the race my shins began to scream. They could not understand why I was running and so they decided to let me know the one way they could. Their effort was short lived and the cheering from the crowd was much louder than theirs. Then I heard it, a voice so sweet that I didn’t even have to look to know who it came from. “Go baby!” was all she said. I started to go faster and I passed one guy and only two were in front of me now. The large crowd was now behind us and my legs screamed even louder asking why I am trying to impress a girl when I have already won her. I didn’t care, I was running and the rest of my body agreed with me.
Then it hit me, my trainee was not next to me. We had been training so she should have been here or in front. Something must be wrong. I looked. She was close but not close enough. I shouted loud enough to her to see if she was ok. Something was wrong but she still seemed still determined to continue. I shouted some words to encourage her. A few persons raced pass me including another trainee and his mother was really happy to see him do so (proud of you Saleem). She is a big supporter and she continued to cheer him along until her legs could carry her no further.
There were now more people in front of me but I couldn’t leave my other trainee behind. I could see that she was regaining composure and got a bit steadier. I, on the other hand, was getting tired now. To try and catch the leaders would be a feat worthy of being called a warrior. A warrior I am not and at this point letting no one else pass me would be a feat in itself. The good news is that I realized my legs were no longer screaming and one trainee was behind and one in front. Make that one guy in blue in front. I shouted good job to Salim and watched as he continued to go. Invigorated all I saw was blue and I aimed to pass the guy in front of me too.
I looked behind, took a deep breath and headed forward. I could see the leader turning into the last corner and then disappearing. I heard shouts and cheers. I continued on my merry way watching Saleem go. He hadn’t run this hard in a while and it was good to see him do so. Soon there was the final turn in at the corner and I could see the finish. That voice again. “Good job babes” was all I needed to hear. Now my whole body was in agreement. Do it for the girl it said and I made my final sprint to the finish line, all the while eyeing the water beyond that line. What a good race.
Last Sunday the Anguilla Amateur Athletics Federation held it 8th 1 Mile Classic which, each year, takes place in The Valley. It has been growing over the years and while it does have a lot of children I would like to see more adults as well. I am also happy to see so many parents out as well and I do hope that they continue to keep up the support.
Overall, I placed 6th in that race but came in 2nd in my category so I still feel good.