Running the Luang Prabang half marathon

by Fiona Harper

My phone alarm goes off at 5.15am and immediately snaps me out of a blissfully dreamy state. Eeek! I immediately start to panic. The race starts at 5.30am! Shit.

I’m staying at the historic 3Nagas Hotel which is a just few hundred metres from the start line of the Luang Prabang Half Marathon. I quickly calculate that I can still make the start if I can get dressed immediately, run down the stairs and along the street. There’s no time to waste.

My mind races while hopping around, one leg in my running tights, trying to put five-finger toe socks on the other foot, while shoving an energy-giving oat slice into my mouth at the same time. Adrenalin pumps through my body and I berate myself for being so irresponsible.

“Why didn’t my 3.30am alarm wake me? What has gone wrong?” I wonder.

Monks alms giving ceremony, Luang Prabang half marathon, Laos

Travelling to Laos from Australia

Sure, we’ve been on the road for a weeky, travelling from Cairns, Sydney, Singapore to Luang Prabang and my usually disciplined pre-race week routine has been far from normal. We’ve dined on deliciously decadent three course dinners accompanied by mojitos and Singapore Slings alongside indulgent breakfast buffets. It’s not an ieal pre-race taper week.  Four flights across four different countries an as many hotels has turned my body clock to custard. At least there has been terrific hotels at the end of each day (thank you Accor Hotels!) with fabulous treadmill-equipped gyms so the running part of pre-race week has gone to plan.

Preparing to run the Luang Prabang Half Marathon in Laos

Luang Prabang Half Marathon, Laos

But I’ve still got no excuse to miss the start of a race. The whole purpose of our trip is to raise funds and run the half marathon. Amidst the panic, I’m already thinking how will I explain this to my hosts who have sent me here in good faith: I’m tasked with writing about this event in the wonderful UNESCO town of Luang Prabang as a fundraiser for Lao Friends Hospital for Children. There’s other alarm bells ringing in my head as I briefly wonder why my two friends didn’t knock on my door? I’ve not got time to give it any more thought beyond imagining Annabel and Dennis already at the start line.

It’s 5.18am. I guzzle from the water bottle beside the bed and grab another one to stash in my race belt.

“It’s ok,” I think, “I’ve got 12 minutes to get out the door and to the start line.” So long as I start the race my finish time is irrelevant I figure. I just need to start, no matter how disheveled.

“I can do this.”

Luang Prabang half marathon, Laos

Training for a half marathon

These four words have been my mantra through every race I’ve run since taking up marathon running a few years ago.

“I haven’t quite blown it yet,” I tell myself pulling my shirt over my head while jamming my feet into my runners.
It’s 5.19am and I’m dressed and ready to bolt down the stairs and out the door. 4 minutes from waking to ready to go is surely a record! “I can run to the start and call it my warm up!” my cackled brain reasons.

But I need to go to the toilet. Like a shuttlecock flipping over a badminton net I weigh up whether I have enough time. Knowing the potential repercussions if I don’t go (no, let’s not even go there… you really don’t need to know the details about runners trots), I sacrifice precious minutes for essential ablutions.

It’s 5.22am when I catch a glimpse of myself in the bathroom mirror. My long hair is awry and last night’s mascara shadows my lower lids. There’s no time to brush my teeth. I look a fright, but I don’t care.

Grabbing my room key and phone I glance at the screen and register the time. And the date. It’s Saturday 22 November. Shit. The race is on Sunday 23 November.

Shit. Shit. Shit. I can’t believe it. I look again. Then I check the date on my laptop screen. Sure enough, it’s Saturday. It’s not race day.

Collapsing on my bed I don’t know whether to laugh or cry. “It’s Saturday!”

Elephant Village, Luang Prabang half marathon, Laos

Learning about the crucial role elephants play in Laos

With no running planned for Saturday, instead we’re visiting Elephant Village just out of town, where we’ll learn from mahouts about training elephants with gentle words rather than the more common and barbaric hooks.

I strip off my running gear and go back to bed. But I can’t sleep from the adrenalin still coursing through my body.

At breakfast I confess my error to Annabel and Dennis before we depart for the Elephant Village. We learn half a dozen Laos words to guide the elephants, which I forget long before I clamber unladylike, legs and arms askew, onto the wiry-bristled neck of Kham Khoun. At 43 years old she’s the old lady of the village and I immediately fall in love with her soft eyes shaded by delicate lashes. This, despite being terrified as she lumbers through the forest, no-doubt totally confused as I mix up my commands telling her to go left, right and straight ahead when I really mean stop! The only one I get right is thank you.

“Kop chai lye lye Kham Khoun,” I say as I sidle down her flank, grateful for her gentle nature which precludes her from tossing me into the jungle.

Elephant Village, Luang Prabang half marathon, Laos

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Luang Prabang half marathon, Laos

 

Running the Luang Praban Half Marathon

On Sunday I do actually manage to run the Luang Prabang Half Marathon. Arriving with hours to spare I’ve plenty of time to soak up the atmosphere beside elaborately gilded Haw Pha Bang temple in the grounds of the Royal Palace. Annabel and I line up in the dark alongside over 900 runners from 42 countries. Nominated by CNN as one of Asia’s best cities, it’s easy to accept their claim. Twice we cross the coffee-coloured water of the Nam Khan River, running across an ancient timber bridge that wobbles underfoot. 3-wheeled tuk tuks dart ahead, children wave colourful flags, and volunteers directing traffic press their palms together in the traditional wai greeting. Team Sofitel runners are spotted both on the course and manning water stations while Dennis, our tireless support crew and anti-morning person, has forsaken his beauty sleep to snap photos and cheer street-side in the intense heat. Bless him.

Luang Prabang half marathon, Laos

Streets lined with ancient French colonial architecture give way to countless wats (or temples) of varying degrees of grandiosity. Home to saffron-robed monks, runners follow the same route barefoot monks take each morning as they collect offerings in urns slung across their shoulders. Alms-giving is a sacred custom steeped in tradition dating back to the 14th century where monks rise pre-dawn to collect food for their only meal of the day. It sits nicely with the charitable act of giving that the event embraces, with runners raising over USD45,000. I silently pray that the monks are not quite so tardy as myself when it comes to time-keeping.


Read Annabel Candy’s wrap up from the Luang Prabang Half Marathon
Fiona Harper was a guest of Accor Hotels and Fly Scoot

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2 comments

Annabel Candy November 7, 2016 - 5:57 pm

Hi Fiona,

You poor thing – classic Half Marathon anxiety! But so glad it all went smoothly on the actual day. You’re a running inspiration and your elephant handling skills were coming along nicely too 🙂

Fiona Harper November 7, 2016 - 6:35 pm

Thanks Annabel – there’s nothing like a bit of pre-race anxiety to raise the endorphin levels! Though I think I’m far better at (half) marathons than mahouting #lapsedeletrainer

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