Avoiding Lions in a Marathon in Kenya
- By Doug Kurtis
07/22/02
Last month, a friend of
mine traveled to Kenya to compete in a marathon called Safaricom. This was Mary
DeMattia's 36th marathon. At 61 years old, Mary still loves the challenge of
running which she began about twenty years ago. Today, I share with you a
condensed version of a letter she sent to her friends and me describing her
experience in Kenya.
Now, let me just say I know what is meant by "Africa
Hot". It means HOT!! And I know what everyone says about
dry heat being better than humid heat. WRONG! It is still
HOT!!
June 30 began long before dawn. I had set my alarm
for 5, but the attendants brought the hot water for washing and lanterns to the
tent at 4 am! So we laid there wrapped up in our blankets for a while.
(Yes, it got COLD at night.) By the time we got to the start, the
sun was up and we took off our jackets.
I knew it would be an interesting race as soon as we
arrived. One of the race officials came up to Jock (our driver) and said
they had just chased 2 lions away from the road about the 8K mark. My thought
was - last night some of us had seen 5 lions - where were the other 3?
Also, about an hour before we got there a bull elephant had tried
to come towards the starting line. Wonder if he wanted to run? He could
certainly squash all the competition.
There were about 500 competitors in the half and
full marathons. Most were running the half. This is really a big
thing in Kenya, as there is prize money and teams were competing for it too.
The money might equal their entire yearly wages!
There were porta pots, Kenyan style. Instead of the plastic huts we are
used to, these are made with brush sides and open to the sky. But just as
messy as home. I got to the start and made one last trip. When I
got out, I saw everyone running down the road. Yikes! I was already
near the back of the pack.
The course was on dirt roads, dusty and somewhat rutty. There were aid
stations every 2 to 3K. Each station had bottled water, sponges, some kind of
electrolyte drink that is used in England. There was also a porta pot at most
of them. You would NOT want to go away from the road into the grass. The
grass can hide lots of things - snakes, lions, etc.
I started out with running 10 minutes and walking 1. There was NO
shade and it was hilly. The altitude was about 5500 ft. It was
without a doubt the hardest thing I've ever done. But it was one of the
most beautiful, and I'm very glad I did it.
There was an airplane and a helicopter constantly monitoring the course to
chase away dangerous wildlife, and armed rangers stationed every couple miles
or so. I still saw lots of life. How many times can you run a race and
have zebras run across the road in front of you? And see a couple of
elephants along the way. (Not too close, thank you). Giraffes, impalas
and ostriches, who were is full mating season. Not many bugs. In fact,
there were not many bugs the entire time.
The scenery along the course didn't change much - grassland savanna with trees
here and there. The only shade was near the start in a swampy area. The
race started with a long, gradual uphill and I don't remember many downhills.
The course was two loops. When I got to about 4K from the finish of the first loop
the first marathoners lapped me. I finished the half in about 2:48 and was
really tempted to stop. But then two friends met me and we continued
together.
I can't say enough about the course support. The
stations were manned the entire time, and the volunteers cheered and were
really helpful. They had radios and kept sending our numbers to the
finish so people knew where we were. The helicopter kept watch on us the
entire time. The 3 of us finished together in just over 7 hours or so.
We were absolutely last.
After we got our medals and kikoys (an African wrap that
you see the men and women wear) we went back to the camp for lunch.
I was a bit woozy later (not really new as it has happened in other
marathons). I would go back again
and probably run the half. As long as there were no vultures or hyenas at
the finish line!
Contact Doug Kurtis at Detroit Free Press, 600 W. Fort St.
Detroit, 48226
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