This year’s Christchurch Airport Marathon went past our place for the first time since the earthquakes. At 8.30am runners were already returning along Cambridge Terrace from the eastern part of the marathon.
It was cold! I hope those with bare arms. legs, and heads were warmed by their exercise.
At 9am, when the temperature had risen to six degrees, I watched runners coming along Kilmore Street on their second lap. No fun costumes here, although I did see one runner earlier in a bright yellow ‘onesie’. A couple I saw were carrying flags.
The marathon must be a logisitical nightmare. Our local streets are all officially closed from 6am until 2pm, although the occasional car is being allowed through, and I’ve seen a few that have been directed the wrong way down the one-way. A five page leaflet with coloured maps was dropped in our letterbox to advise us of the disruption. I wondered what happens if a fire engine is needed and was told a lane is being kept separate for those. Buses are still travelling down Manchester Street. When the runners meet a bus they are directed into a diamond shape to go past it.
I stood on the corner with a mother and two small children who were waiting to see their Grandad run by. I hope they managed to pick him out in the crowd. At 10.20am I can still hear the occasional clapping.
“The sun’s out. It’s a perfect day
for runners to be on display.”