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Offical Finish Video.

All the way through the race each kilometer marker came up pretty quckly. I started my final push what I thought was half way between kilometers 8 and 9. I had saved some gas in the tank for this. Kilomter 9 seemed to never come. Eventually I hit kilometer 9, but had started my final push way to early. I was done. At this point I started tasting my lunch. I didn't think I could go on, but a voice in my head was calling me a fucker and telling me not to stop. I didn't listen. My legs did and just kept running regardless.

I passed a point where we had watched the 'wave 1' runners pass when we arrived. I thought the end was just around the corner, and did my final final push. The voice in my head was calling me more than just a fucker, and I put the hammer down. I could see the finish line, and wa managing to quell the urge to spew chunks. As I got to the finish line I realised it was the bridge we had crossed on the way in all nicely lit up in yellow. The finish line was still 200 odd meters plus down the road. It felt like 2 miles. The urge to vomae was now replaced by the urge to cry. And I don't mean in the 'ha ha, I nearly cried sense' but in the real sense that I couldn't go on, and was about to start balling like 3 year old.

However a voice in my head was still calling me a fucker and threatening me with all sorts of trouble if I stopped. I did my final final final push. Somehow I made it over the line. I don't know how. I barely could take another step. I felt like I had been hit in the chest. I felt detached from my body and reality.

The feeling of pride and success only sank in about 20 minutes later.

/thanks to Nat and James, my running partners.