
May 31st was the day we'd been training for since January. That day I (nate) joined two fellow staff members, Joe and Amy Flammer, in the Christchurch marathon. We laced up our running shoes and clothed ourselves in three layers of running shorts, pants, and shirts as the forecast called for a "white
Queen's birthday" (an annual New Zealand holiday honoring the Queen of England). Just before the gun fired, hail started raining down on the 8,000 runners as cheers went up from the crowd. As we ran along the Avon river in Christchurch city the weather turned from hail to rain to sleet to sunny and warm and then to snow and wind. I must have put my gloves and ear coverings on and off about 20 times during the 4.5 hour run.
I had a lot of fun meeting interesting people from Christchurch and chatting along the way. I ran for about 15kms with an Italian runner. After the 27 km mark he left me in his dust as my legs began to cramp uncontrollably from the cold winds. From that point on I had to stop a lot to stretch my legs and wait for the muscles to relax. Three people stopped to help me along the way. I must have looked like I was in a lot of pain! One older gentleman even pulled his truck over and rubbed some "tiger balm" on my muscles and gave me some stretching tips, which really seemed to help for a while. I wasn't sure if my legs were going to allow me to finish, but I was determined. I finished with an official gun-time of 04:29:40 in my first ever marathon.
Afterwards I vowed to never run again, but since I'm now in charge of a running club for the church as a form of outreach and marketing, I'll be back on the streets of Christchurch very soon. By the way, my mates Amy and Joe finished in that order a few minutes ahead of me! Here's to running for Christ in Christchurch. Over and out.