16 years ago, I came down with Nephrotic Syndrome. Its a disease of the kidney which causes you to leach out proteins. The symptoms include tiredness, edema (swelling of tissues due to water retention). The only treatment was steroids (prednisolone) and I was on that for a good 2 years – there are several side effects. Anyway my kidneys were in danger. And I was sick for about 3 years, had to regulate my water in-take and visit the doc every 2 weeks. I was in and out of the hospital the first few months. By then I could forget about running and playing soccer competitively. But miraculously, after going to church, praying fervently with especially my mother’s and family’s support, fasting, going to the Novena, having the love of true friends and being healed by Jesus, I was medically discharged and weaned off medication, saving me from being put on stronger medicine and the $150 price tag every fortnight.
Those were the bad times for me. I can’t imagine how much more terrible it is for people who suffer with long term illnesses.
My running partner, Darryl, who suffered with me yesterday and was really a great crutch at the 38K mark, asked me why were were doing this at the 40K mark. And I said “because lah”. But I think it was more than that. I was celebrating the good times I am having right now; and with all these runs, I find myself thanking God as I run, as I am able to run in such races, and as I reach that finish line each time.
6hrs 55mins 14 secs. Really long.
To my brother-in-law Darryl. Thanks for waiting for me at the 38K mark when I felt like I was going to pass out. I don’t think I would have made it if you weren’t beside me. The next 2 km were the longest I have had to walk. (We stopped running at the 36K mark and walked the rest until the final stretch.). To other runners who might want to run the marathon – the Wall exists, we really hit it hard. I was lying down on my back at the bus stop with my legs propped on the bench. A timely 10 min break. It wasn’t a pretty sight.
Jen’s sms. It reads “Hang in there! M so proud of you! Love you.” That gave me a boost at the 39K mark.
Patt-strap. This is a strap for the Iliotibial Band injury on my right knee that I have to deal with. My knees wouldn’t have made past even the 20K mark without it.
Deep-heat – thanks to all those deep-heat angels along the route. I slathered my knees with it. Really took the pain off. But I think I shouldn’t have overdone the deep-heat though.
*This morning as I watched Anthony Bourdain with a bunch of Colombian street rappers enjoying a more pacific Colombian neighbourhood sans street warfare due to more development at the neighbourhood. He made this comment as he dug into some street food with them; and I found the slant for this post.