Considering that I am usually completely dead and have to be dragged from the finishing area of any marathon, it felt like a natural thing to sign up for a 24 hour run (completed distance in 24 hours) in 2012. The happy event took place at Bislet stadium in Oslo, where you were to run (or, in my case, wog) a 546 meter course continuously for 24 hours, with shift in direction every 6 hours.
Rookies that we were, we felt a bit unprepared when, before start, almost all of the other competitors started to bandaging their feet with Compeed.
The first few hours actually went quite well and my jogging percentage was up to speed…
After 6:30 hours, i completed my first marathon distance and it was kind of surreal then to just start on another (crazy, right?). A few hours later it was not much resembling running left in my step and I more or less yelled my feet to continue to move. Low speed, combined with opening a double door to the external ice cold elements, left me freezing. I endured the pain for a while, but when my fingers started to get blue, I donned my woolen jacket and track suit bottoms. Did not look too smart, but at least I managed to keep going. While the hours went by, my feet started to grow out of my shoes. I noticed several others cutting the feet loose from the shoes with scissors, but I settled for taking them off and continue in my socks.
I am eternal grateful that my stomach did not disagree with me as it did for a lot of others. Let’s just say, that I refrained from using the toilet after 17-18 hours, since it was completely soiled.
After 17 hours I more or less resembled a zombie (the good, old and slow type and not the zombies from World War Z). I hear rumors that people sent me greetings over the speaker, but I can not recall anything from the last few hours…
“Luckily” I was not the only one struggling in the end. A while after the photo above was taken, when I had completed approx 80 km, I was ready to give up (that distance was also my original goal). I went to lay down and try to sleep, but after about 30 minutes I miraculously caught a second wind and managed to drag myself up to complete an additional 24,4km. Even if I am ready to roll over and die at some point, I get very motivated when I am closing in on the finishing line, so for the last few minutes, I suddenly managed to switch to a jogging pace again.
When the 24 hours were over, my body were aching EVERYWHERE, and I felt like a giant blister, but the incredible joy of managing to complete made me suppress all the pain. I was very happy with my 88th place of 117 contestants (both male and female) and the fact I had managed to complete 104,4km.
The trip down to the bus station in Oslo was completely hell and when we reach the bus stop in Sandefjord, we had to call my mother and have her pick us up. Imagine her surprise about the question, given the fact that my house is only about 250 meters from the bus stop. A colleague of ours, who was also competing, was to go directly on a business trip, and he ended up being shuttled to the gate in a wheel chair.