A run in Kefalonia

When I was in Kefalonia, I found out about a local run that was being organized while I was there. I was very enthusiastic about the whole thing, so my parents and my friend couldn’t refuse letting me run it. It was a 7km run between two villages up in the mountains. I was (and still am) preparing for a 10km run in September, so I was regularly running 7km run for a while, but never as a race.

We drove for an hour on a road with magnificent views until we reached a village called Agkonas (tmi: the place where the ex leader of the communist party of Greece comes from).

It was the first time that this race was being organized and there were more than 100 participants, a surprisingly high number.

After I got my number and warmed up a bit, I sat there with the rest of the runners waiting for the race to begin. It is these moments that I cherish the most and what keeps me coming back to run more races.

This time I was unsure of myself. I’ve been running faster that ever lately and it feels very strange as I can’t pace myself properly.


The other thing that I love most about these races is that it’s so much easier to open up, talk to people you’ve never met before, smile and encourage them, but also get motivated from them. These are the moments that I think about when I run alone. This time it was a guy I met at the fourth kilometer. He was ready to quit. I cannot blame him. It was 32 degrees and the sun was still burning, even though it was 7 in the afternoon. I smiled and asked him to run with me. To my surprise, he did. For two kilometers. Then he decided to walk and I picked up a faster pace. I finished alone at 45’31”. Not that anyone cares.

agona-run-09After the race, some ladies from the village had prepared food and sweets, so that we could get our energy back. To everyone’s surprise, I came third in my age group and got a medal. My parents were so proud. Few years ago, nobody would believe I could run 7km, let alone get a medal. Turns out, everything is possible..