�I cross the finish line and say to the lady: I don�t know if my net time is good enough. The lady gives me a medal and says: I am giving you a medal. Well done. Her attitude was...
I cross the finish line and say to the lady: I don�t know if my net time is good enough.
The lady gives me a medal and says: I am giving you a medal. Well done.
Her attitude was fantastic. Big thank you to her.
I then walk past stacks of bottled water and look for my gear bag.
A few buses wait. A man says they are all full of people; wait for the next bus.
I wear a jumper and sit on a rock. I congratulate a few people and we talk about the race.
When I ask: If you are doing to next year, they all groan and look at the sky. Nobody says can�t wait for next year.
A young guy near me says: My legs say no.
My reply is: Next week your legs will recover and your colleagues at work will say well done and you may start to think maybe�
One guy says: Not as fast as I wanted. I look around at all the exhausted legs and think. I think everybody up here would say: Not as fast as I wanted.� Everybody I see has sore legs, is wearing a medal and has learnt something about themselves.
We are all exhausted. Sitting or standing is an ordeal.
A group of schoolkids is very happy. �One of them asks me to take their photo which I am very happy to do. Their school excursion was a walk-up Mt Wellington.
Sitting on the rocks it is very windy. We ignore the view. We wait and after about half an hour a bus appears.�
We board the bus and it sways and slips down the mountain. I�ve eaten nothing but my stomach abhors the trip down. The trip down seems to last forever. Worse than the trip up. I vomit into my mouth, keep my mouth closed, swallow my feedback and feel better.
