Part 1: RAK Marathon Review – Getting there; Weekend from HELL

The Chaos theory states that an any point in time, there happens to be a rare occurrence whereby everything that can go wrong will go wrong.

This past weekend proved that point, as it denoted a milestone in the life of this soon-to-be semi-pro runner – the first professional Half Marathon, complete with its own trials and tribulations!

First off, I wish to thank my running mates who made this journey all the more spectacular. Wish them all well as they shall be the elites running next weekend from The Northern Border of Kuwait to the South, a distance of 240K! These heroes are Mohammad Al Matar, Jaafar Al Ali, Faisal Al Nakib, Cristian Craita, Hanan Al Awadi & The Youef Al Qanai.

The Run Kuwait Team - Mohammad, Jaafar & Faisal were @RAK

Here is part 1 of the review – getting there!

Our flight to RAK aboard its “national” carrier was a tumultuous affair – not only was the flight delayed from 12:55pm take off to 6:30pm, it was even FURTHER delayed till 8! Although not the airline’s fault, it seriously put a damper on our psyche as it severely affected our rest before the race.

Upon arrival at RAK Airport, I was surprised to find no staff at the Visa Counter, further delaying us for 30 mins until I was processed for entry.

The taxi ride to the hotel was uneventful, at that point of time, having arrived at RAK much later than expected, our bodies were mentally and physically fatigued, all we could hope for was a quick check-in in order to get to bed early and rise early to pick up our registration packets prior to the race.

No such luck.

Upon arriving at the hotel, we were greeted with another shocker- our booking agent had not printed our confirmed booking, and the hotel had no record of us in their system. They were kind enough to provide us with cookies (which I saved for breakfast) and orange juice (which the super-runners complained would cause them to not sleep, and yet drank it anyway!)

The time was 11pm and it took a lot of phone calls and co-ordinations with our agent back home, as well as consideration from the receptionist, to allow us to have the last two rooms in the hotel. The time was 1am.

We were set to wake up by 4:30 to prepare for the race.

Runners are runners, and they (the 3 pro’s, not I) required sustenance and nourishment; a phone call to room service saw 3 platters of pasta delivered to our room, with conversation centering around the spring in certain running shoes a long with the proper running t-shirts etc.

By the time the conversation died out, and the last of the spicy pasta was devoured by the runners, the clock read 2am, lights out.

Two and a half hours later, we were up and getting ready to run the RAK Half Marathon.

More to follow in Part 2 – The Run that broke the Camels Back!

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