Sunday, February 17, 2013

What is a 440?!


Once upon a time (4:40am to be specific): Busselton Half Marathon 2013

Once upon a time there was a group of reasonably sane women.  They used to run around the bridges on a Saturday morning and catch up for coffee afterwards.  Somewhere along the line, some of them decided that they wanted to run a half marathon.  Two people here, three people there, a bit of conscription and suddenly the 440s were born.

The bridges have always been there.  Most of us finally discovered them during R1 or R2 2012, and started running regularly or semi-regularly around the loop on Saturday mornings.  Well, "running".....we had never run before, so we started with the Couch to 5K app, and went from there.  The Saturday run around the bridges became the "long run" of the week that kept us accountable, and kept us on the running program during the week, so we could keep up on Saturday!  The Perth Crew spirit was part of it, better runners helping those new to it.


Why run a half?  Each of us has our own story and reasons.  As with so many things, you have to find the thing within you that drives and motivates.  Ask any of us and I think you’ll get a different answer.
 
For me (Kate Robertson) it started earlier in 2012 listening to Joyce Keenan and Theresa Scott talking about doing a half marathon and my being very clear that I wasn’t.  These girls, along with Vanessa Baker and Kitty Drok, had helped get me started running the bridges by kindly doing intervals with me until I was fit enough to get around and I was in awe of them and their mid week runs.  In a separate conversation, Faye Stewart and Karen Branch had decided to enter the Busselton half marathon with Sharon Chetwynd.  Sometime late November I’d had a good run and at precisely the right moment they came over to me and said I should do the half with them.  High on adrenaline and lack of oxygen I agreed.  The different conversations became one.  Karin Smith was approached to train us and help us get there, which she kindly agreed to.  Meroe Mozzaka (I’d never have even started Bridges without her encouragement) started doing long runs with us and carried on with our mid week training.  Kitty had long been the backbone of the Saturday Bridges, but glute issues were restricting her distance.  She continued with mid week runs (and leading and supporting the Saturday bridges runners) and provided invaluable support to the rest of us both in the leadup and on the day, as well as running her own 10km event.

Saturday breakfast continued to be an important part of our training regime...


The term 440 was coined somewhere along the line, in a conversation between Karin and Faye about the time of day you have to get up to go running at 5.30.  It stuck, became a bit of a mantra, and once Karen had T-shirts made for us it was official.


Having Karin agree to come and assist us was a huge part of our success.  She knows the distance of every run in the metropolitan area, and has serious cred having completed a marathon.  She’s been supported through her own running journey so knows when to push, when to pull, and when to offer a good stiff drink.  She is a mine of information and we have been grateful at every step for her friendship and support.


Gradually we increased our distance.  14 km, 18 km.  Sometimes we could all run, sometimes we couldn’t.  Tuesdays and Thursdays there was usually someone running the bridges as a fallback if you were looking to train.  Injuries and accidents came along and gave particular challenges to individuals.  Even when we couldn’t train together we stayed in touch as a group; supporting and encouraging as required, getting each other mentally ready for what was going to physically challenge us.  Trust us, the head game was the hardest to win. 


The run itself?  That’s almost incidental, and again is different for each of us.  It was long. But at the turn around for the half there was a sea of faces screaming encouragement.  So you pick up and go again.  Because the path was out and back twice, we passed each other and other Perth Crew members and there were high fives and well dones and keep goings.  And coming into the chute?  Goodness me.  Hearing people smiling and cheering and calling your name lifted the spirits more than you could imagine.  Don’t forget, we weren’t the only Perth Crew runners or supporters.  And then, as each person finished and recovered they headed out to bring in the next lot.  By the last person, we were all there in a line, finishing as we had started out – together.  


I was asked the next day by a Busselton local if I was “one of the girls in the red shirts”.  You betcha.  The crowd went nuts as we came down to the gate that last time.  I think there were more cheers for the winner and maybe for the 72 year old man that finished the half, but that’s about it.

This was more than a run.  It doesn’t matter if it was our first, our 50th, if it was 10km or 21.2km.  It’s the camaraderie, the commitment, the joy of achieving, supporting each other, and forming friendship bonds which will last far beyond a single event.  It’s inspiring and being inspired.  It’s Perth Crew.


Written by Kate Robertson, 12wbt Perth Crew Member