Not many people run a marathon in their life. Even less
run one in the heart of equatorial Africa. My sister,
Gina, is a member of both clubs. Gina and her husband,
Max, live in
Arusha, Tanzania. Beautiful, sunny,
pot-holed, goat-fueled Tanzania. Home of the
mighty
Masai! Today she completed the
Kilimanjaro Marathon. That means
26.2 miles through some of the finest lion country
in the world. Or maybe that's former lion
country... Luckily marathon runners leave little
to desire for a creature with a lion's taste. The
meat is far too salty.
Not only did Gina complete this marathon, she also
completed the Tanzania Trifecta in the week before. For
those of you not familiar with this little known event
let me give a brief description. The Tanzania Trifecta
is a three part event: the wreck, the recovery, and the
robbery. Some struggle a lifetime, only to fall one
part short. But Gina is blessed. It took her just one
week to complete all three. In this short time she was
able to wreck her car, overcome a childhood disease,
and have a large portion of some very necessary
valuables stolen at an incalculably inconvenient time.
My incredible sister, who followed her heart and moved
to Africa for three years to do missionary work, had a
lot thrown at her on the way to the Kilimanjaro finish
line.
First she drove into the back of a bus. Not only is
Gina a competent and active runner, she is also an
awful driver. Or so her driving record and the faces of
passengers on a parked Tanzania multi-species transit
vehicle (a.k.a. bus) would indicate. It's hard to hit
such a large object at a standstill, but it is now
proven possible. This last notch in her belt left the
family car in the hands of a Tanzanian mechanic (surely
struggling with a lack of parts) who guaranteed he
would at least return most of her car in a period of
time no less than three weeks and not to exceed three
years. Which in Tanzania is pretty much a par.
But maybe that wasn't actually the first thing that
happened on the way to this race. Maybe there were some
confounding factors. I should have mentioned that she
was also dealing with the return of her childhood
asthma, surely brought on by the post-monsoon dust of
eastern coastal Africa. It's hard enough just walking
to your soon to be wrecked car, let alone completing a
marathon, with asthma sucking on your much needed wind.
Sometimes bad things have a way of just piling on and
in Tanzania trying times call for true courage. They
also call for random robberies...
On the way to the marathon with their freshly borrowed
car (see above) loaded up with hard to come by marathon
valuables (shoes,
goo,
camelbak, gatorade, etc.) some
needy soul (surely a fellow marathoner seeking a
competitive advantage) chose to lighten their
load. Stopping for some last minute "marathon"
shopping, Max and Gina stepped into a store,
stepped out, saw their busted car door and began
calculating how far a barefoot, dehydrated, carb
starved Gina might be able to hoof it. This isn't
the
New York City Marathon with
volunteers holding caviar, crackers and
electrolyte champagne every fifteen feet. Remember
the lions? You're luckily to get a glass of
amoeba-free water in the Kilimanjaro Marathon.
But life in Africa is all about overcoming the odds.
Friends and family and an old pair of shoes came in for
her and she was able to run in and complete the
marathon. It wasn't easy. Particularly the
6 mile, 1000 foot climb halfway
through the race. Nothing a little puke and a pat
on the back couldn't fix. Just makes the finish
that much sweeter.
Congratulations Gina. We're proud of you and we're
really glad that you're still in one piece!