A Positive Post About A Random Act Of Kindness Before The Dublin Marathon 2014.
On Monday I finished my 8th marathon in a time of 4:22. I capitulated at mile 18 shortly after I was forced into having a piss in the street.
I stopped to walk between 18 and 22, but from there on I tried my best to settle my mind on beating last year’s time of 4:23 and kinda coasted home from there.
It wasn’t the result I was looking for, but after Munich it felt great to just finish and get a medal.
More bad planning on my part.
I was seriously late for the start of the event. I got the 8:30 bus in to Dublin City Centre from the Airport and it left me 20 minutes to get to the starting area and check-in my baggage which was close to a mile away from where the bus left me off in O’Connell Street, Dublin.
Things quickly went wrong. My race bib was hanging off my chest after some of the safety pins came loose and my jeans were bursting out of my check-in bag.
I made it as far as Baggot Street Lower when the gear bag ripped right down the middle and all of the contents emptied out. I’d already missed my wave start and the final one began at 9:20. It was now 9:15 and desperation was setting in quickly as I was still 200 metres away from where I needed to be.
Fortunately two kind souls who own the Spar at Baggot Street Lower saw that I was having trouble and took my bag into their office and kept it there until the end. They even offered me free drinks from their cooler and reassured me that everything would be OK.
This blog has been dreadfully cynical ever since it’s inception, but when I’m faced with random acts of kindness like that, it cuts right through all of my bullshit and makes me actually think that I’m maybe doing this running thing wrong.
Inspired by their charity
I saw a guy after the finishing line crying . Normally I’d have just shuffled on past him and made no eye contact in case he was totally off his head on Cliff Shot Bloks and/or crack.
This time around I asked him if he was OK. He explained that he had a bereavement in his family last week and he was running in memory of them. I told him that his relative would be very proud of him and that he was brave as fuck for doing it. I shook his hand and ran off cringing as I’m an emotional leper of a man.
Indiegogo contributor update
I’m ordering the photo prints for the people who contributed at that particular level and I’ll be sending out an email this weekend explaining to you when you will receive all of your perks. For the guys who ordered website reviews I’ll review them before Sunday 9th November. For those who are getting phone calls, then I pity you. I’ll be in contact to arrange those too!
All of the emails will be sent out by the end of Sunday.