Monday, 16 September 2013

Ndakaini



I felt so bad after the run that I doubted whether I would even write a report about it but realized one can never have only good runs but will also have to contend with some bad runs. Victory cant be as sweet without a few strings of failure.

The day finally came, the dreaded day. I have been looking forward to this day but I wasn’t in high spirits the way I always do on the eve of a marathon. My ankle injury was still there, fresh as ever and this had already put my morale squarely under my feet since I had not trained the whole week. Either way I still had to go to Ndakaini.