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Herve moved away from the nurse’s station and stood beside Sara. He told Sara the nurse was calling a Priority 1 so the Doctor would come and see Ric. Herve went on to say they thought he may need surgery and he would most likely be transferred to another hospital.

Herve paused and then said, ’The Doctor has to authorise the move. The nurse said Ric had been assessed with either kidney stones or appendicitis.’

He sighed and ran his hand through his hair.

Sara said, ‘thank you.’ She went on, ‘It’s been awful seeing him sick.’

Herve paced as Sara went to see Ric.

Finally a female appeared and she introduced herself explaining she was a Doctor. She asked Ric some questions and pressed his stomach.

She wrote on a piece of paper and attached it to a clipboard and said, ‘Ok he is getting transferred. He needs surgery.’

She spoke into a device and said, ‘wait transport is coming now.’

Then she was gone.
 
Ten days had passed since Ric’s unexpected collapse and Sara’s long-held dream to finish a marathon was dashed in the closing stages of the race.

Forced to choose between Ric, or winning, she chose Ric as abandoning him on the side of the road with unexplained abdominal pain was shocking to her. She did though, at the time, ask herself could she sprint across the line and then run back?

Not knowing the answer and with Ric’s sudden collapse, she chose instead to stay at his side. In that second, Sara knew she could not abandon him. As well, Gayle too, was uppermost in her mind. She never did discover if Gayle knew she and Ric were travelling and running together. Sara did not know if she could face Gayle and be party to his unexpected death in a foreign land, a flirtatious and playful jaunt that neither predicted would turn so horrible. Her love for him had welled up as she had watched in horror, as he lay on the road, his head brushing against its sharp surface, peppered with debris, violently spewing. She knew she could not abandon him despite her strong desire to sprint across the FINISH line.
 
By his side again, this time 35,000ft in the air, flying towards Australia, she knew she had made the right decision. Thanks to Herve, Ric’s emergency surgery had saved his life. Sara was thankful to Steele and Herve. Herve’s advocacy saw Ric get the treatment he needed as bad timing saw resources at the hospital stretched. It did her no good thinking about what might have happened if otherwise. She looked over at Ric who was sleeping. She tilted her chair back, willing the plane to fly faster as she drifted off to not only pass the time but to also forget.
 
They had just landed. Smiling widely, Ric looked over at Sara and squeezed her hand. They had been through a lot.

Steele had wanted to fly to Marseille and escort Sara back to Turkey. She had insisted, though on travelling with Ric so as to deliver him safely back to Gayle.

Sara was torn about letting him go. She felt they had played and played hard, risked a lot and luckily the dice, the one time when it really mattered had rolled high numbers.

She was paying a debt to Ric and Gayle, not to mention to Steele and Herve. Without their intervention, Sara thought, Ric would have died.

She was seeing the final leg of their journey through and its end had arrived. Disembarking, Sara knew Ric would soon see Gayle.

With the moment almost upon them, they continued as if it was nothing more than a brief farewell akin to friends briefly separating. As they approached the escalators, Sara knew this was it.

As she touched Ric’s arm, he looked at her and said, ‘Sara, I love you, always will.’

They were oblivious to the throngs of people around them, as Ric pressed his lips to hers and their velvety caresses were all that mattered. After denying this moment since their first meeting, they savoured its sweetness. As quickly as he had initiated it, Ric pulled away.

Separated by travellers, Sara tracked him as he moved towards baggage claims, surrounded by people waiting for loved ones and friends. Camouflaging herself amongst the crowds, she gasped as she recognised Gayle. She looked on as Gayle surged towards Ric embracing him while others swarmed around. As if sensing something of his ordeal, they formed a human shield, seeking to protect him from further threats and Ric disappeared into their arms.

The arrivals lounge swelled as travellers grabbed their baggage and moved away. With all the commotion, Sara lost sight of Ric and he did not look back to find her.

Sara got jostled in the crowd, however she moved away from the throng to hear her phone beeping. Picking it up, she discovered a message from Steele. She read it and burst into tears as its contents revealed to her that Steele had booked her a ticket to Turkey departing at NOON. She quickly composed herself astounded at this news but also thrilled that she soon would be joining Steele again, embarking on an exciting journey with him. She did not look back as she collected her luggage, making her way to check-in.

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The paramedics approached and knelt by Ric. Checking his vital signs, they asked questions. He pointed to the side of his abdomen. There was a short discussion between the pair and the taller paramedic opened the back of the ambulance and pulled out a Guernsey.

The other one spoke with Sara asking if she was related to Ric. She said they were friends, travelling together.

When he asked her if she knew his date of birth, she shook her head. When Ric was wheeled into the back of the ambulance, the paramedic ushered Sara beside him.

She had carried her phone with her on the inside of her shorts in a pocket. Pulling it out she frantically looked up Steele’s number.

Hitting speed dial, she willed him to pick up and after the 4th ring she heard Steele’s voice. Without any pleasantries, she launched right into telling him Ric was unwell and in an ambulance on the way to hospital.

‘Christ,’ said Steele. He went on, ‘what has he got, aren’t you running?’

‘No,’ she cried. She continued, ‘I mean, we were but he, he collapsed.’

There was silence.

After a while Steele said, ‘It will be ok Sara, he is receiving medical attention. Can you call me when you get to the hospital?’

Crying, she said, ‘yes,’ and the line dropped out.
 
The waiting area was crowded inside Emergency and Sara asked, ‘What’s happened?’ to the paramedic who had spoken with her after Ric’s collapse. He said there had been a pile up on Le Freeway A63 with rescuers still there working to pull the injured from the wrecks.

He went onto say, ‘Two are in surgery now.’

Hearing this, she anxiously asked, ‘When will Ric be seen?

The paramedic shook his head and said, ‘We cannot say, he has pain in the abdomen with vomiting but the others….for now are a priority…’

Gripped with worry about Ric, she looked at him lying on his side on the Guernsey, knees curled. The paramedic said Ric would get pain relief as soon as they knew what was wrong.

Bowing he said, ‘I will return shortly.’

Concerned about medical resources being used elsewhere, she grabbed her phone, telling Ric she would be right back.

She hurried to the ward’s entrance and quickly dialled Steele again. He picked up after the second ring.

Crying, her words tumbled out and Steele asked her to slow down. She told him medical staff were treating badly injured people from a car accident and that she didn’t know how long Ric would have to wait.

Cursing, Steele said, ‘Sara, you have to stay calm. There was silence and then continuing he said, ‘I have a friend, a colleague. His name is Herve and he lives in Marseille. Give me a minute, I have to call. I will ring you soon.’

He rang off and Sara shuffled to an empty chair in Emergency and sat down. Exhausted after running the marathon and shocked at Ric’s sudden collapse, she put her head in her hands, desperate to block everything out.

She would have stayed this way if it was not for a tapping on her knee. She opened her eyes and in front of her was a child, no more than 6 years old. He stopped as she saw him. He had a lollipop in his hand and his large, brown eyes watched her as she held his gaze.

After a while, he cautiously extended the lollipop to her. She took it and half crying and half smiling, said, ‘Thank you.’

He looked at her shyly and hardly blinking his big brown eyes, he watched her again for several moments. She returned his gaze. After a while, he turned and ran back most likely to his mother. She was nursing a baby and had a toddler by her side. At the toddler’s feet was a bucket. She smiled and Sara smiled back. Unwrapping the lollipop, she put it in her mouth, finding the tangy flavour a welcome distraction. As she did her phone rang. Answering it, she heard the familiar sound of Steele’s voice.

‘Sara,’ he said, ‘I have good news. I spoke to Herve and he is driving now to the hospital. He has your number and I will text you his. Be strong, Ric is depending on you.’

Sara choking back tears, nodded and she said, ‘Ok, I better go back to Ric.’

‘Do that Sara,’ he said ringing off.

Before she did, she gave a friendly wave to the mother and little boy who had given her the lollipop. As she did, a name was called. Watching as the mother stirred, Sara realised it was her. Overladen, as she stood up, Sara went over and said, ‘Let me help you.’

She took the baby as the mother carried the toddler asking the little boy something in the local language. Sara watched as he carried the bucket and followed his mother into the treatment room. Sara walked with them handing the baby back as the toddler was placed on the bed.

Medical staff gathered around and the mother smiled at Sara who farewelled her, giving a big wave to the little boy, jumping playfully beside her. Sara welcomed the child’s joie de vivre, before turning her attention once again to Ric.

Sara went to his side and could see straight away Ric had not improved. She asked a nurse how long to get attention. The nurse did not reply but instead offered painkillers. Sara gave them to Ric.

Suddenly her phone rang, ‘Hello, Sara,’ said the speaker on the end of the phone.

‘Hello,’ replied Sara, ‘is that Herve?’

‘Yes, I am entering Emergency now.’

‘Ok,’ said Sara, ‘I will come see you.’

She leant across to Ric explaining to him Steele’s friend had arrived and she would be right back.

He did not react and she quickly walked to the Emergency’s entrance.

She knew it was him, as he came through the doors. She smiled and said, ‘Hi, you must be Herve.’

Returning a smile he said, ‘Yes hello, it’s Sara, isn’t it? So nice to meet you. Steele called me and told me the news about Ric. I know both Ric and Steel well, so please let me help.’

With that she took him through to the treatment cubicle where Ric lay on the Guernsey.

‘Ric,’ he said as he got closer, ‘I hear you’re a bit sick.’

Ric opened his eyes and waved and said, ‘Herve, what a way for us to meet again and you seeing me like this.’

‘Yes,’ said Herve, ‘You certainly have got yourself into a bit of trouble. Let’s see what we can do.’

With that he approached the nurse’s station and he began speaking to one of the staff members. Sara observed his calm tone and manner as he spoke quietly. As Herve gestured towards Ric, the nurse nodded.

Herve paused and the nurse said ‘Un instant se il vous plait.’ (One moment please)

Herve looked at Sara, waving his hand slightly and mouthed the words, ‘wait’ as the nurse made a phone call.

Sara motioned with a slight nod of her head without saying anything.

The nurse’s call ended and she spoke to Herve. He became animated as she told him news.

Herve replied with, ‘Oui, oui.’ (Yes, yes)

The assistant continued and Herve said, ‘Merci beaucoup.’ (Thank you a lot)












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Shoulder to shoulder with other runners, a final announcement was made and Ric told Sara, the pistol was about to be fired.

Excitedly they both waited. At last, Sara’s long-held dream would begin. Smiling, she looked over at Ric, squeezing his hand.

Suddenly, the pistol’s ping rang out and the crowd’s roar travelled the depth of the route.

Sara and Ric found they were not moving as the number of runners in front made it impossible for them to walk, let alone run.  They could only step forward slowly as the crowd dispersed. Sara looked down and thought if she tripped, there’d be little opportunity to get up as the energy of the runners surged behind her, impatient at the race’s delays. Thoughts of being crushed crossed her mind.

As the front of the pack opened up, the race eventually gained momentum, giving them room to finally run.

Flags, balloons and streamers flashed by Sara as she ran its course. The rush she got from the roar of the spectators fuelled her pace.

Early on Ric was already lagging. She was torn between running her own race and running beside him. Slowing down, allowed him to catch up.

By her side, he said, ‘Sara, go ahead, I’m slow today.’

Without losing her focus, she replied, ‘No, we’re running together, 20kms, all the way.’

With that she adjusted her rhythm and they ran side-by-side.
 
Their pace was steady and with the inclines behind them at the 10km mark, the next 10kms would be the flat part of the course.

This made sense since most runners would have maximum energy at the beginning to tackle the route’s more difficult terrains. When energy and stamina were failing, the final legs, flat and smooth would offer relief and a belief that the race was within reach.

They’d been running for 75 minutes past the half-way mark, slower than their average during training. Sara pulled back as Ric shuffled rather than ran.

Their training, though had given them the confidence to dig deep and find the reserves needed to cross the line. Sara glanced at Ric and saw he was puffing heavily.

‘Steady,’ she said between breaths. Water signs displayed along the route indicated a station was 1 km away.

‘Water ahead,’ said Sara. She continued, ‘only 8 kms after the station, Ric.’

Labouring under the strain, he did not talk.

Sara slightly worried said, ‘Ric, we can stop at the station.’

Her heart sank at the thought of bailing but she could see today wasn’t his day.

Without speaking, he waved as if rejecting any thoughts of stopping.

She continued on silently.

Snatching cups of water from the tables she guzzled their contents throwing the empties into the bin. Ric behind her did the same.


        

 
Buoyed by the thirst quenchers, it was almost as if Ric found a second wind and motioned to Sara to continue. Smiling she shouted, ‘that’s the spirit!’
 
They continued on as runners passed them and Sara slowed as Ric switched to shuffling again and with only 5 kms to go, Sara cheered, ‘not far to go.’

Waving excitedly to the spectators lining the final stretches of the route, she felt as if she could run for another 20 kms as the joy she felt as she visualised crossing the line gave her almost super-human strength. Anticipating the finale just ahead of her, she pumped the air with her fist.

As they rounded the final bend, she had a clear view of the banner emblazoned with the words FINISH. Crossing this would mean her hard work would finally come to fruition.

Wanting to share her exhilaration she looked over at Ric. Emitting a deep rasping sound upon seeing his colouring and the difficulty he had in breathing, she shrilled, ‘Ric, are you okay?’

Forcing himself to answer, he said, ‘Go ahead Sara, I…I can’t continue.’

As she began to speak, he stumbled, falling onto the road.

Alarmed, Sara yelled, ‘Ric, what’s up?’

Writhing around, he said, ‘Sara, please go finish the race.’

Within seconds, Sara debated within herself whether to run the 800 metres, cross the line and run back to Ric. It was within her sights and her goal would be completed but she hesitated as she would have to run against the racers. Dread gripped her as she thought of Ric if she left him alone.  Instinctively, she knew she could not run off.

Dropping beside him she asked where it hurt. He pointed to his abdomen and it was then she waved frantically to a nearby marshal.

He nonchalantly walked her way and crying she said, ‘My friend is very ill, please hurry.’

 ‘Ok, ok,’ he said, and as he got closer, he could clearly see Ric’s distress and made a call. Within minutes, Sara could hear sirens as an ambulance drove through the crowds.

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Race day dawned. Awakening, Sara looked at the time and seeing it was on her side got up. Opening the curtains, she smiled as the skies foretold clear weather.

She walked around the room and drank a glass of water before stretching. She moved her arms down her legs. Breathing deeply, she performed windmill workouts, touching opposite feet with her hands.

After, she got on the floor and raising her body, using her elbows to support her weight, she held for several seconds before dropping and raising her body again cycling several times through the set.

Getting onto her feet she lurched into a series of scissor kicks and with her mini workout almost complete, Sara finished off with butt kicks.

Knowing energy conservation would be vital in crossing the line today, she joined Ric for a relaxed breakfast after showering and dressing. She felt good but focused, determined to meet any challenges the day might present.

Within walking distance from the hotel, Ric and Sara made their way to the run's registration station weaving through crowds of runners and spectators to finally reach the city's bustling pedestrian district. It was here they joined throngs of runners, all queued and presenting their mandatory fit-to-run medical verifications. This which would seal their place in today's race, a key event in the European Summer’s Marathon Calendar.

Officials called for order as the masses pushed to get their medical certificates verified, names recorded and numbers issued.

Sara and Ric’s alarm at the volume of racers competing intensified as announcements echoed throughout the precinct. The crowds sprawled across the cordoned off streets and grassy verges of the city’s centre.

Either side of the barriers, people gathered pressing close to the run’s thoroughfare so as to get the best possible vantage points and a closer view of those daring enough to participate in today’s event. They would observe well-prepared runners and those whose lack thereof would be their undoing as the race’s challenges would prove overwhelming.

Spectators gathered as fire-eaters extinguished slow burning flames almost as if swallowing marshmallows and the gasps of a few became contagious, rippling through the crowds, itself like wild fire. Musicians entertained, rattling pandeiros and strumming guitars.

People laughed and jostled as singers competed with intermittent announcements echoing across the precinct.

Sara and Ric looked at one another and Ric touched Sara’s arm. Leaning in close, he spoke words of reassurance.

Smiling, Sara shuffled patiently beside him. Finally it was their turn. With their names recorded and medical certificates verified, Sara and Ric were issued with numbers and pins.

Stepping away from the restless line of runners, they fumbled with the possessions, eventually pinning the numbers to one another’s tops.

Relieved the mandatory pre-race component was complete, they walked to the Participants’ Only Zone ready to run when the marshal’s gun signalled its start.

Once inside, Ric and Sara faced a 2x5m white banner, hitched across the city skywalk billowing in the light breeze, emblazoned with the words, START.

Sara looked at Ric who appeared serene. She touched his arm, exclaiming, ‘Ric, we will stay together.’

Smiling, she gently squeezed his arm and their eyes locked as they too joined the masses ready to run the race of their lives.





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On the way to the airport, she wiped her eyes and Ric looked on. She excused it saying it was the emotional experience visiting Gallipoli. Ric comforted her but it only made it worse as Sara felt she had betrayed Ric.

Once they were airborne, Sara settled down as the views out of the plane distracted her.

Ric, making attempts to get her smiling and unaware of the interaction with Steele patted his stomach and cracked jokes about having a spare tyre. She couldn’t resist his banter and playfully pushed him.

He made noises, making her giggle. She shook her head at the situations she found herself in.

Finally they arrived in the Province and with Ric speaking French was able to direct the driver to their hotel. Sara looked out of the window with her focus now on the finale of their journey.
 
After checking-in at the hotel, she feigned tiredness and stayed in her room, ordering a meal over dining with Ric. At the time she could see he was hurt but she was lovesick and on top of it all, she felt as if she was toggling between them. With her main focus now on crossing the line in a few days, she couldn't afford to wallow in self-pity. She watched some TV and got an early night. After all, the thought of her long-held goal slipping from reach at this late stage in her journey was unfathomable. 

She had slept soundly and now awake, stretched languidly. Looking forward to the day she got up.

Rummaging through her bag, she found her medical certificate, verifying she was fit to run and having seen Ric's a few days ago, she relaxed confident their plans were on track.

She pulled on her sweats ready to meet Ric for breakfast. The night before they had decided to do a reconnaissance of the circuit. She had gotten maps of the local region from the Concierge and booking accommodation close to the race’s course meant they did not have far to walk to reach the run's route.

Just after 9 am she heard a light tap and Ric calling out her name.

‘Coming,’ she answered.

Opening the door, she was greeted by a smiling Ric.

Together they walked to the breakfast room.

Sara was feeling much better and Ric sensed this. He said she seemed like her old self.

Chatting, she said she was looking forward to their run today.

After breakfast, they made their way outside and headed towards the city's waterways. Sara gave Ric an encouraging look as they pounded a different kind of pavement in a foreign land.


After running 10 kms, Sara stopped. Panting she said. ‘Ric, we’re done. A rest day tomorrow and then we race.’

Breathing rapidly and bending over he nodded.

Sara waved in the direction of a nearby park, saying, ‘Over here, Ric.’

Ric sat on a bench while Sara bought water and together they sat recovering, each lost in their own thoughts.
 
The following day, Sara slept late, meeting up with Ric for a leisurely breakfast. Conserving energy, they spent the rest of the day by the hotel's pool.

Sara told Ric she would stay with him during the run. After all, she said, ‘crossing the line together will round the trip off.’

She touched his arm and said she was lucky to have him here.

Smiling he said, ‘yes.’

Neither spoke about Gayle or Steele nor their strong feelings for each other - the forbidden love they wrestled with.

Sara sighed and said she was going to her room but would see him later at dinner.

She touched his arm again and her hand fell away. She left it there for a few moments before getting up.

He watched her, and could not deny his love. Distracting himself he dived headfirst into the pool, swimming vigorously.

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Their time in Istanbul was over. Today they would fly to Marseille. This would give Sara and Ric 3 days before the race.

Sara’s boundaries while in Istanbul were extended, especially when visiting Gallipoli where her ancestors had fought and died. In many ways she had reconnected with her own heritage. She wasn’t sure what this meant but perhaps the future would make this clearer for her somehow in her actions or the decisions she made. She’d gained knowledge about herself too, her good and not so good traits such as her tendency to fall easily in love. She mused on this as she recognised such traits came with inherent dangers, some of which she’d already encountered.

As well, she realised her choices in men depended upon their willingness to offer her the unconditional emotional support she craved. She wondered if this deal breaker had been what had held her back from settling into a long-term commitment.

If nothing else from this journey she wanted that she could be more the master of her emotional life and not be constantly at its mercy, like a boat being rocked around in stormy seas.

She sighed thinking about the past 6 months and her fascination with Ric. One of the reasons she loved him was he met her emotional needs unconditionally.

For now her mind was focused on the run and sharing it with him. After all, it had been an unusual encounter which had not only brought them together but had seen them travel to a foreign land on the other side of the world. No mean feat really. As well, she thought about how far they both had really travelled personally. She wanted to savour it and have him by her side, crossing the finishing line together.

She picked up her pack and went downstairs to say her farewells to Steele.

There was no one around when she went downstairs. Putting her pack down, she made her way outside. Admiring the pool she headed towards the grassy knoll to take a final look across the Aegean Sea.

As she rounded the corner of the building, Steele saw her and called out.

‘Hi,’ he said as he walked towards her. ‘I was just checking the meter as Abdi said there had been a power surge.’

Sara said, ‘I was just going to take one final look over the ocean.’

Their eyes held for a second. Steele took her arm and said, ‘Come, Sara let me show you a great vantage point.’

Together they walked towards the grassy knoll and over its crest was a headland covered with vegetation and an opening which revealed expansive views of the ocean.

‘It’s truly stunning,’ said Sara.

‘Thanks for helping, Sara, the spouses loved it!'

He laughed and continued,  'You made my job very easy.’

‘Steele,’ said Sara, ‘it was a pleasure, after all you’ve done.’

He held her close.

‘I’m sorry it can’t be different,’ she whispered. ‘You, me, Ric, your girlfriend. It is all so complicated.’

He turned and faced her. Placing his fingers against her lips he tenderly lifted a strand of hair from her eyes.

Cupping her face in his hands, he tilted his head and placed his lips on hers, kissing her for a long time.

She responded by placing her arms around his neck and obscured from view by the vegetation they kissed sweetly.

When they parted she gasped and held onto him. He wrapped both his arms around her. Stroking her hair and nuzzling his face against her neck, he whispered, ‘I’m falling for you.’

Resting on his chest, she listened to her head rather than her heart.

Abruptly breaking away, she said, ‘I have to go, the timing isn’t right.’

He held her at arm’s length and looking intently said, ‘Sara, the timing will never be right. Stay with me.’

Slowly shaking her head, she said, ‘No I have to go.’

Stumbling, she half ran, half walked towards the apartment.

Steele raced after her, calling out, ‘Ok, wait up. Ric will wonder what’s happening.’

He caught up to her and together they returned to the apartment.



 


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The days following were filled with workouts for Sara, running classes for the wives of foreign officials, with Ric’s local knowledge proving invaluable when he was asked to lead groups for the influx of visitors swelling the diplomatic community as the local guide fell ill.

Steele worked long days as the arrangements surrounding the Anzac 100th Anniversary celebrations tested him and his team. As well, the glare from the media, beaming coverage back to Australian shores while positive did throw a spotlight on Steele’s patch.

Ric and Sara never raised the issues which had surfaced that night. Instead, they got the intimacy they both needed through playful interactions. Sara teased Ric about his paunch belly and efforts to maintain his shape in the lead up to the race.

Ric took the teasing cheerfully and together they trained in the evenings.

The Anniversary celebrations culminated with a Gala Dinner event. Steele invited Sara to accompany him.

Thrilled as she was, Sara declined. Her decision not to join Steele was based more on her acute awareness of Ric’s sensitivities to what he perceived as a developing friendship between his good friend and her rather than any other single reason.

She knew Ric’s assumptions about her and Steele were correct but she denied her feelings, while knowing it was possible to love more than one person at the same time.

Ric and Sara attended as guests of the Charge De Affaire, sitting with expatriates who had connections with staff members at the Embassy.

Sara looked on at Steele’s table, wistful at what she felt was a lost opportunity. However she knew she had a debt to Ric as he had masterminded this entire journey for her visit to Istanbul as well as making her dream to race a reality.

She looked over at him, smiling as any resentment dissolved as he grabbed his stomach. Together they laughed and joked about running with a spare tyre.

With that the band erupted into its second set, covering the danceable Talking Heads hit, 'Take Me To the River,' as Sara and Ric both got their fun on, hitting the dance floor.



 
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The driver, smiling at Sara as they approached said, ‘you feel better now. Your family rest here, they are our sons too.’

‘Thank you,’ said Sara as she slid into the car with Steele beside her.

As they made their way out of the park, Sara spoke.

‘Thank you Steele. This has been, well overwhelming…’

She trailed off. Words could not describe her journey.

He smiled and gently squeezed her hand.

She continued, ‘Gallipoli and the run, both long-held goals.’

Steele said, ‘This is good to hear,’ and smiling he continued,‘because it’s one down and one to go.’

He went on, ‘It’s important to chase and catch dreams, you know, it’s good for the soul.’

She smiled, placing her head on his shoulder and said, ‘Steele, how can someone so young, be so profound?’

He laughed and said, ‘It’s the diplomat in me.’

They drove the rest of the way in silence. Every so often Steele gently squeezed Sara’s hand.

They arrived back at the apartment at dusk and Ric greeted them.

Silently they gathered in the lounge room as Ric poured tea, asking about the day.


Unexpectedly Sara’s tears flowed.

Steele stepped in and said, ‘Ric, it’s emotional, particularly for Sara....’

He moved close, putting his arm around her.

Silently, Ric looked on. After a while he said, ‘I can see the experience has drawn you both closer.’

There was silence.

Abruptly, Ric exclaimed, ‘well it’s probably a good thing I didn’t go.’

He went on, ‘It looks like you two have managed quite well.’

Sara, alarmed replied, ‘Ric, what’s up? You chose not to join us.’

With that, he walked out of the room.

Sara followed as he made his way to his bedroom.

She called out, yet he kept walking. Opening the door to his room he went through shutting it behind him. However Sara pushed on it and walked in.

With his back to her, Sara stepped close to him.

‘Ric,’ she pleaded, ‘why are you behaving like this?

He turned and said, ‘Sara, what about..us, and now you and him.’

‘What are you talking about?’ said Sara.

‘We’re friends, just like you and me.’

‘Friends,’ replied Ric. ‘How can you say that’s all there is between us?

He sat on the bed with his head in his hands.

She quickly sat by his side, putting her arm around him.

‘Ric,’ she said, ‘you have Gayle..and family.’

There was silence. After a while he said, ‘I am a stupid fool.’

Sara, feeling inadequate at Ric’s reaction stayed quiet.

After a while he said, ‘what are we going to do?’

‘Nothing,’ replied Sara. ‘We have to continue on as normal. We both need to.’

‘Besides,’ she said, ‘Steele needs help. He’s committed people to the dates for the workout sessions.’

She continued, ‘It’s the least I can do.’

Wiping his eyes, he nodded.

Sara squeezed him and said, ‘Come on downstairs, Steele will be wondering what’s happened.’








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It was dark as they began the 300kms+ journey to the Gallipoli National Park. Still sleepy, Sara could not believe how the strange encounter with Ric in the supermarket over six months ago had transpired into this fantastic journey now. She looked over at Steele sitting beside her and thought about the kindness of strangers.

Ric did not join them, deciding instead to use the day to catch up with old friends. Sara was disappointed. Fortunately, she found herself with an equally compatible companion in Steele.

They were heading directly to the Gallipoli Peninsula following the Marmara Sea coastline. The drive would take several hours.

As she looked again at Steele, she softly said, ‘Steele, this is so exciting, to actually visit. It’s folklore.’

Steele paused and then launched into a historical oration about Gallipoli.

‘Yes, the battle, it is a big part of Turkish history, the land grab and the Turks fight to retain ownership of their country. They lost around 60% of their soldiers.…’

He went on, ‘A naval offensive was launched to open up the supply route to Russia at the entrance to the Dardanelles, via the Sea of Marmara, Bosphorus and the Black Sea.’

Continuing, he said, ‘When this failed an invasion of the Gallipoli Peninsula began and it was a baptism of fire for the Anzacs on the cliffs as the naval offensive did not achieve its objectives.’

Sara listened as he relayed these facts, gaining greater understanding of its causes.

After a while, he changed the subject, speaking freely about his love of working in Turkey being in the Corps and the lifestyle.

Sara nodded chatting it would be wonderful living in a foreign land. Together they witnessed dawn breaking as light descended across the olive yards adjacent to the road.

After a while, Sara asked Steele if he had anyone. She paused and continued, ‘well I haven’t seen…a partner…’

Embarrassed, she trailed off.

He told her, he sort of had one, that he’d met her in Stockholm.

He went on saying it was a bit difficult since her life was there but that she planned to maybe visit later in the year.

Sara murmured, ‘long-distance relationships can be hard.’

He nodded.

After a while Steele looked her way and smiling said, ‘We are almost there, Sara.’

Shifting her body weight she replied, ‘fantastic,’ returning a smile.

As they approached the entrance to the Gallipoli National Park, Sara was struck by the beauty of the region with the Aegean Sea a stunning backdrop to the sweeping vista across the Peninsula’s coastline.

The vegetation was a mosaic mix of pine trees, yellow and white wildflowers with red poppies scattered amongst the native flora, thriving in the Mediterranean climate.

Steele said there were 31 war cemeteries on the Peninsula and he asked which one she was looking for. She grabbed her bag and retrieved the piece of paper her father had given her.

She read aloud the words, ‘Killed in action running through the sap (trenches) to finalise the withdrawal, grave unknown, memorial site - Lone Pine.’

Steele motioned to the driver who pulled the car over.

Steele said, ‘We can now walk to the cemetery, Sara.’

They got out as Steele said to the driver ‘yalnız çam.’ (Lone Pine)

The driver replied, ‘evet, evet.’  (yes, yes)

As they walked towards the hilltop, thousands of simple plaques could be seen across the headland.

As they got closer, Sara spotted a single pine tree, symbolic of the lone tree sighted by the Anzacs at the landing on 25 April 1915.

Sara slowly walked along each row, incredulous at the bloodshed of Australians and New Zealanders.

As she began shivering, Steele came close and put his arm around her. Finding a tissue, she wiped her nose.

‘What number are you looking for?’ he asked.

Silently she showed him the piece of paper and mentally Steele counted.

‘Sara it’s over this way more.’

They walked towards the headland, turned right at the 15th row and walked along its middle.

Sara stopped, whispering, ‘It’s this one.’

She dropped to her knees and ran her fingers along the lettering on the plaque.

Steele knelt beside her. After a while she whispered, ‘such horrible losses.’

Sara wiped her eyes and they both stood up. Facing the headland, she wondered where there could be so much beauty, there was also bloodshed.

Suddenly they heard Steele’s name and turning saw their driver running down the grassy path, waving paper and calling, ‘Avustralyalı için Steele, lütfen.’ (For Australian, Steele please)

He stopped a few metres away from them. The paper fluttered as he handed it to over.

Steele nodded and said, ‘teşekkür ederim, teşekkür ederim.’ (thank you, thank you)

The driver gestured in Sara’s direction and Steele handed it to her. They both waited and silently she read it, gasping while clutching the paper to her chest.

Speaking softly, the driver said to Sara, ‘Your pain is our pain.’

Nodding, she said, ‘Thank you.’

Stepping backwards, he quickly turned and ran towards the cemetery’s entrance.

After the driver had gone, Steele asked Sara, ‘What was it?

Without speaking, Sara handed him the paper.

Steele read it and when done, he stepped towards Sara, holding her close.

They held this pose for several minutes. After a while, she asked if he would read it again.

‘In the words of Kemal Ataturk - those heroes that shed their blood and lost their lives - you are now lying in the soil of a friendly country.

Therefore rest in peace. You, the mothers who sent you from far away countries, wipe away your tears, your sons are now living in our bosom and are in peace. After having lost their lives on this land, they become our sons as well.’

He folded the paper and together they walked towards the cemetery’s entrance.

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The car finally stopped at the entrance to an apartment complex overlooking the Marmara Sea.

Steele turned and smiling said, ‘Sara, welcome to your home for the next few weeks.’

Sara returned the smile with, ‘Thank you.’

As the car came to a halt, they all got out and Steele escorted them up the steps of the apartment as the driver collected the luggage.

Steele spoke and said, ‘Abdi will show you your rooms. The Anzac celebrations start in a couple of weeks.’

Smiling he continued, ‘Sara, your services will be needed, with the wives, you know, it’s their free time, they want to…keep fit….’

The door swung open as they walked to the entrance of the apartment and a Turkish man greeted them, ‘Merhaba, Merhaba.’

In halting English he continued, ‘I am Abdi.’

Ric smiled and returned, with ‘Merhaba, Arkadaş.’

After a lot of commotion with luggage being hauled into the house and Steele talking, Abdi showed Ric and Sara their bedrooms.

Abdi went on, ‘I give you bottled water in the cooler, please, dinlenme, dinlenme.’

Abdi motioned with his hand and flicked a switch giving life to the overhead fans in Sara’s room.

Stepping backwards he escorted Ric down the corridor. Sara called out, ‘See you later,’ to Ric.

She shut the door and looked around at her spacious bedroom. She unzipped her bag and put her clothing away in the nearby drawers.

Having eaten on the flight, she wasn’t hungry. She did however, open a bottle of water, quickly draining it.

She wandered around and opened a door, revealing a bathroom.

Rummaging through her bags for shampoos, Sara undressed and ran the shower, getting into it. Lifting her face she welcomed the jets of water and closing her eyes, revelled in the sensations as the droplets streamed down her décolletage, midriff and legs before running and swirling slowly, at her toes and disappearing into the drainage hole.

She washed and shampooed her hair and allowed herself one final indulgence, tilting her face again to the streams of water, luxuriating in the moment as the sensations ran over her.

Reluctantly, she switched off the taps and rubbed herself dry. She got dressed and blow dried her hair. Feeling renewed she lay on the bed thinking she would rest for a moment. She didn’t realise though that she would sleep for two hours.

Upon wakening, she stretched and the only sounds she could hear were the whirring of the overhead fans. She lay quietly. Slowly getting up, she felt refreshed and opened up another bottle of water.

Walking over to the full length windows, she opened the sheers where the sight revealed breathtaking views of a turquoise ocean glistening in the afternoon sun. She unlocked the door and stepped out onto the balcony.

The sounds and scenery of a foreign land made her skin tingle. The salty air played around her hair and danced lightly across her face. Hearing her name called, she looked to her left and noticed a pool nestled behind the complex, the water glistening in the afternoon light.

Steele was at its edge.

He waved before jumping in and she watched as he kicked across the pool’s length.

He called, ‘Come in Sara.’

She looked at the inviting pool surrounded by a grassy knoll, which descended to a track leading to an inlet connecting the Black Sea to the Aegean Sea.

Laughing she called out, ‘Give me a minute.’

She stepped back into her room and pulled her swimmers from the drawer, getting changed.

Pulling on a shift she left the bedroom. Walking down the stairs, she walked through the living room and the coolness of the marble tiles felt good on her feet as she exited out the front door towards the pool.

‘Great to see you,’ said Steele as she appeared.

She bent down and ran her hand in the water.

Steele swam up to the pool’s edge and playfully splashed her.

Jumping back, she laughed, ‘Watch it, you’re getting my towel wet.’

‘Come in then,’ he said.

He pushed back from the edge, and propelled his body through the water.

She turned and placing her towel on the lounge, pulled off her shift. Walking to the pool she leapt in, sending ripples across the water.

Surfacing, she could hear Steele laughing.

‘You certainly live up to expectations,’ he said.

Sara kicked on her back as Steele swam near.

‘You have come at a good time, your help, will be good.’

Sara swam around and said, ‘Ok, that’s fine. I need to go to the Peninsula. I have ancestors..who died there.’

‘Yes, I know,’ said Steele.

He went on, ‘Ric told me. I have free days and I will ask Abdi to arrange transport for tomorrow. It is a 41/2 hour drive.’

He submerged his body and surfacing continued, ‘Abdi knows a sürücü who will take us to the Gallipoli National Park. I can then take you to the war cemeteries, including Lone Pine, Shell Green & Anzac Cove…...’

He trailed off and said, ‘Let me race you to the end of the pool.’

With that they both swam fast with Steele, touching the end first.

They laughed. After a while, Steele spoke softly, ‘We must get Ric here.’

Sara smiled and said how wonderful Ric had been.

Steele nodded and said ‘I like Ric a lot.

Sara swam away and Steele followed her.

‘Sara,’ he said. ‘I am sorry, it’s your business.’

Without warning Ric appeared, ‘Oi you too, having a party without me?’

Laughing, he dropped his towel and dived into the water.
 

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Merhaba - Hello

Arkadas - Friend

Dinlemne - Rest

sürücü  - driver



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Finally they arrived at Istanbul after travelling around 14,946 kms.

Fortunately Steele was there to pick them up and both he and Ric greeted one another warmly.

After, Ric stepped back and said, ‘Steele, let me introduce..Sara.’

He said it in such a fashion, she was embarrassed.

Steele stepped towards her and said,  ‘Ah ha, I finally get to meet the fitness guru.’

Laughing he announced, ‘Haven’t we got some work for you!’

Sara, giggled and said, ‘Sure give me a shower and after that I am all yours.’

Jostling amongst the crowds, Steele guided them both out of the airport and towards a waiting vehicle.

‘Please,’ he said, ‘Give me your luggage.’

As he did, the driver got out, took the luggage off Steele, and loaded it into the boot of the car. With an arm extended Steele directed both Ric and Sara into the car and it sped off.

Sara was silent as the pair chatted excitedly as the driver weaved through traffic, spanning many lanes.

Sara was grateful to have an escort as she looked out of the car’s window observing the startling cultural contrast compared to her homeland.

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Ric appeared from the Airport’s entrance and came her way, trundling luggage and beaming.

‘Sara,’ he said ‘it’s so nice to see you.’ He put his bag down and gave her a quick hug.

Putting his hand around her, he said, ‘Come let me escort you to the check in.’ He ushered her to the queue fussing asking if she had her tickets and passport.

She nodded and breathlessly replied, ‘Yes, Ric.’ She went on, ‘I am so nervous.’

They moved up the queue and he said, ‘Yes, I was flustered’ – he wiped his brow with the back of his hand.

She did not ask him to elaborate preferring to let him deal with …family business.

At last they got to the top of the queue and Ric said ‘Yes,’ when the Clerk asked if they were travelling together. He smiled at Sara.

Once through customs they made their way to the departure gate and finally were airborne, destination Istanbul. The flight time was 20 hours and 35 minutes with refuelling via Abu Dhabi.

Sara sighed and looking sideways at Ric, said, ‘We made it.’

He too looked relieved and touched her arm. They both were silent, lost in their own thoughts.

After a while, Sara spoke and began to tell Ric how she had been to visit her dad and told him of her plans.

He smiled and asked, ‘How did he take it?’

‘Pretty good,’ said Sara. She paused for a moment and then continued, ‘I told him I was going with you.’

She smiled and continued, 'he asked if you were alright?'


Smiling, Ric said, 'and I hope you said, yes?’

Giggling she replied, ‘Yes maybe I did….'

Trailing off, he put his hand on hers and time was of no consequence.

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Sara packed the last of her gear into the pack. She was meeting Ric in Sydney for the onward bound flight to Turkey.

She was excited about two significant events coming together. Her excitement was mixed with trepidation as she was stepping into the unknown, visiting Gallipoli and running in a foreign land, not to mention experiencing it all with Ric.

She was relieved he was coming with her. She thought back to their first strange encounter, rather fortunate in some ways. He had been supportive the past six months and they had formed a close bond. Perhaps too close she thought. Both realised the damage caused if their friendship deepened and moved onto the next stage. Despite this, neither wanted to extract themselves from their entanglement, instead they chose discretion as a way to continue.

With the final items packed, Sara zipped up her pack and wheeled it to the front door ready for the taxi.
 


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She slipped the car into 5th gear and cruised down the other side of the hill. The drive was uneventful, just the way she liked it and she flicked the CD onto one of her favourite songs.

At this speed, she thought she’d be at her family home in under 90 minutes. She was excited at seeing her remaining living parent and sharing her news about visiting foreign lands.

As she pulled into the driveway, she saw her dad on the porch and he waved as she got out. Greeting him with a hug, he stood back and said, ‘you look fit, Sara.’

She smiled and said, ‘Sit down, dad, I’ll go make a pot of tea.’

She left him and went into the kitchen, to put the kettle on.

While the water was boiling, she looked at the familiar paintings on the walls and photos of her mum. There were still many memories of her even though she’d died several years ago.

Sara smiled, picking up a photo and remembered the chaotic family gatherings.

She looked around the kitchen and realised how little had changed with the unique salt and pepper shakers still in use and the bowls she had made filled with fruit.

It was a rich yet humble environment where she’d been given subtle messages on work ethic and self-reliance. The messages had served her well.

She thought about this and her overseas journey which she knew would test her as well as deepen family ties.

She put three tablespoons of tea into the pot and poured over the boiling water.

She placed it and the cutlery on a tray, cutting up the ‘Apple Diplomat’ slice she’d bought.

Smiling at the coincidental name of the cake and her upcoming visit to Steele, the Charge De Affaire, she carried the refreshments outside.

Pouring tea, she said, ‘Dad I’m going to Gallipoli.’

‘What?’ he said. ‘Gallipoli, Christ why do you want to go there.’

Pausing, she said, ‘To see it, you know.’

Her voice trailed off.

After a while he spoke, ‘Good, then. As you know your relatives served there. One killed and the other survived but was gassed, serving later on at the Western Front…’

She reflected on this and said, ‘Yes dad, I know, that’s why I’m going. I came down to tell you. I am visiting with….a friend. We are staying....in Istanbul.’

‘Mmmm,’ he said.’

He continued, 'Is he alright?' 

He was silent and then continued, ‘It’s a long way to go if it doesn’t work out.’


He got up and went inside. She could hear him opening drawers and rustling papers. He came back out and sat down.

‘Now,’ he said, ‘here are your relatives' papers. You can see where they served and where your relative was killed.’

He handed them to her. ‘Thanks,’ she said.

After a while her dad spoke, ‘Sara, your mother wanted to see you married. What happened?’

Laughing Sara replied, ‘Dad, it helps if you find the right person.’

Joining in he said, ‘Yes, no point in hitching up with someone who is going to make you miserable.’

He added, ‘Go Sara, go, and tell me about it – the 100th anniversary.

‘Also,’ she said, ‘I am also going to run…in a race.’

‘A race?’ he said and continued gruffly, ‘Run, why run? You can run here.’

Exasperated she said, ‘Its fun, I’m going to run in a foreign country. It’s exotic.’

Not answering, Sara felt she hadn’t convinced him.

Silently they drank their tea, enjoying both views and sounds of the ocean.

After a while she got up.  ‘Dad, I think I’ll go for a swim before I drive home.’

‘Do that,’ he said. ‘It is a beautiful day.’

She put her swimmers on and walked the five minutes to the ocean. Being a weekday, it was near deserted with only a few swimmers surfing the waves.

She pulled off her shift and dropped it beside her towel. Walking to the water, she admired the colour of the ocean and observed the steadiness of the waves breaking near the shore.

Dipping her toe in, the water was cool and she acclimatised her body. As the waves broke over her midriff and water splashed up into her face, she decided to dive head first into the next oncoming wave.

She kicked hard and propelled her body underneath the water. Surfacing, another wave was almost upon her and she dived quickly under its foamy crest and rose up onto the other side.

Swimming parallel to the shore, she bobbed over the waves, frog kicking, rhythmically and expanding her arms outwards.

She was unaware of the distance she had travelled, though she knew it was lengthy as she passed the landmarks ahead of her. She saw this endurance as a good sign, preparing her for the run.

She turned and kicked on her back. She submitted to the ocean’s currents, which carried her gently back to where she had entered.

Facing upwards, she studied the clouds contrasting against the vivid blue hue of the vast sky.

Swimming to her point of entry, she then swam towards the shore, got out and walked the short distance to her towel.

Briskly drying off, she pulled on her shift and walked to her family home, disappearing into a bedroom and changing into dry clothes.

As she emerged, she said to her dad, ‘I’d better get going.’

Embracing, he said, ‘Keep safe,’ and he watched her as she drove off giving a single toot of the horn.

Gripping the steering wheel tightly, she pressed her foot down hard on the pedal and focused on the road.

As Sara traverses the inky landscape of surprise and intrigue, such a mindset will prove valuable as her moral, ethical and spiritual fibre in foreign lands will be tested and where she will discover the only true element which really matters is the element of love.





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She drifted in and out of sleep as her thoughts shifted to foreign lands and her dad.

She wanted to see him and tell him of her visit to Gallipoli. He had told stories about their ancestors fighting there.

He’d said Colin (their relative) and two others died when struck by shrapnel going through the sap (trenches) to Russell’s Top.

It was here they were to finalise the withdrawal plans. Nine days after their deaths, the Battalion withdrew.

Colin died on 10 December 1915, aged 48.

To her it seemed pointless, their deaths, especially since their Battalion pulled out shortly after. There was no grave to visit but a lot of cemeteries. She reflected for a few moments and then muttered, ‘Damn it, I’m going to visit dad.’

With that she threw on a pair of jeans and a t-shirt, ran a comb through her hair, grabbed a bag and threw her swimmers in and set out.
 



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The days blended into one another as Sara’s trip developed a life of its own. Purchasing plane tickets, she booked accommodation at Marseille. As far as she knew, Ric was taking care of the details for Turkey.

She stretched out on the lounge in her home, revelling in her time off. She thought about her future and wondered if it would include love without conditions.

Her mother would often ask her why she couldn’t find someone. Sara would explain the right person hadn’t shown up. Her mum would insist she wasn’t looking in the right places and would offer ideas on meeting the One.

Sara would laugh and tell her not to worry, that she was quite happy. Her dad was more laidback, telling her she had plenty of time to find the right bloke and she ought to join him at the Club. He carried on, wryly stating ‘there were plenty of blokes there.’

She’d joke and would say she might take him up on the offer.

She admitted to herself, at times she found it difficult, almost a pining for what she did not have. She distracted herself with training and work.

As well, there was Ric, however it was complex. For now he met her needs. She couldn’t put her finger on why? Perhaps it was his great sense of fun, mixed with tenderness. More importantly though for her, Ric gave unswerving emotional support, something she desperately craved.

Sighing she reflected on the trip, especially Turkey. She was nervous about the run but it would be a lifelong goal crossing the finishing line.

Closing her eyes, she soaked up the tranquillity of her home recharging her emotional life away from distractions.



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 The days rolled into one another and consistently Ric showed up both at the cardio classes and the racers on foot group where he and Sara worked on their fitness and talked about their training.

One day after their Sunday run they walked to the nearby wetlands and sat under the trees.

Ric told her Steele was very much looking forward to meeting her. He said it was the 100th anniversary of the Anzac Gallipoli landing and he was very busy at the Embassy with visits from diplomats and wives.

Ric said he had told Steele she was a fitness instructor.

He went on, ‘Steele thought you could run classes for spouses.’

‘Sure,’ said Sara. She paused and said, ‘I have a connection at Gallipoli with my ancestors serving there.’

She went on, ‘a great, great grandfather was killed there a year into the war at central Anzac.’

His son was fighting in the same Battalion.’

There was silence and then Ric said, ‘that would have been tough.’

Ric put his arm around Sara. The only sounds were the hooting of the ducks in the wetlands.




                            

After a while, Ric, spoke, ‘Sara, do you know where? You can visit…’

He trailed off, not sure what to say. Ric pulled her close, gently stroking her hair.

After a while she wiped her eyes and said, ‘I’m sorry, Ric.’ ‘I’m overwhelmed…about everything…..’

She had her back to him as she spoke. He knew it was hard on her and…on him too… but he could not turn away….not now with their plans and his…their….growing….love.

Looking concerned, he said, ‘Sara, I don’t want to leave you. Is there someone you can call?’

She faced him and raised her hand as if to wave him away and then dropped it.

Facing one another, he asked again if there was someone who could be with her.

Wiping her eyes she nodded.

Enveloping her in his arms, he whispered, ‘I’m sorry.’

With her head on his chest, she said, ‘What for?’

‘For loving you.’

They savoured the moment. With her ear on his chest, she listened to his beating heart, knowing he belonged elsewhere.

After a while, they separated.

Despite her turmoil, her mood had lightened, almost as if it had been a release to express her feelings.

She got up and began walking towards the carpark.


                                 



Ric said, ‘Let me help you.’

She gave him her bag and said, ‘Thanks.’

As they walked together he did a quick dance to a Clayton’s beat.

Smiling, she said, ‘What are you doing?’

Grinning, he replied, ‘I am practising my moves for Cardio on Friday.’

She laughed and pushed him gently, ‘Ok,’ she said. I’ll get some rocky music - that’ll really get you moving.’

He laughed and in a fake American accent said ‘I’ll be really gettin’ my dance on…’

They both laughed and light-heartedly pushed one another.

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Steady as they went Sara and Ric set off in the middle of the pack, getting off to a good start. There was pushing and jostling as runners positioned themselves for the best places, however after a short distance this evened out and the pair relaxed into their stride.

Sara coached Ric She could see he was nervous and she wanted to reassure him he could finish the run.

The track was windy but flat and the sun shone through the dappled canopy of the forest. The pair inhaled the scent of the forest’s vegetation as they breathed rhythmically.

Ric was holding his own if not puffing heavily and Sara checked he was ok. He nodded as rivulets of sweat slid down his face. They continued on silently.

As the track steepened, the surrounds opened up to a wonderful vista of the cityscape.

Sara said ‘Ric, ‘not long now and we can rest.’

She stepped it up meeting the challenges of the slope.

Ric jogged a few paces behind, replying, ‘Yes I am fine.’

Other runners overtook them, calling out words of encouragement and finally the incline levelled and Sara and Ric reached the mountain’s top.

Breathing hard, they both stopped and bent over regaining their breath. Runners who had met Ric earlier in the day approached slapping him on the back, saying, ‘Well done and see we told you you’d get a runner’s high today.’

Laughing Ric and Sara got water and sat down.

After a while, Sara said, ‘Nice work, Ric. You ought to be pleased, a novice and all of that.’

Ric laughed and replied, ‘Yes it was challenging, especially the last bit.’

‘Well,’ said Sara, ‘that was 10 kms, so another 10 and it’s a half-marathon.’

Ric groaned, saying, ‘That distance again, c’mon.’

Sara laughed and said, ‘C’mon Ric, you’ve got it in you.’

She got up and Ric followed. The pair mingled with other runners before making their way back down the hill.

Some runners ran back the run’s route and others like Sara and Ric took the bus and Ric chatted, inviting her again to visit Turkey. He said it was clearer to him now he had shown he could run 10 kms. He felt the European race was within his reach.

‘What do you think, Sara? I’ll speak to Steele this week and tell him about you…and our plans. Turkey is beautiful, you, we must go,’ said Ric.

‘So nice, thank you, Ric. That will be wonderful.’

She never mentioned Gayle nor did Ric, so she left it with him to deal with but she felt friendship ought never to be threatening.
 
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The runners mingled under the alcove of the building, running with high knees and stretching.

Others arrived and racers’ on foot were keyed up as the countdown for the run’s start was close. Its course would take them through some difficult terrain in the nearby plantation forest.

Sara chatted and looked to see if Ric had arrived. As she stretched, Ric appeared. She waved and called out. Seeing her, he smiled and walked over.

‘Hi Sara’, he said. ‘I made it.’

Sara laughed and commented, ‘it’s great to see you.’

They stood facing one another and she spoke, ‘Er, come meet the others.’

She introduced Ric to the group and they joked with him saying he’d get a runner’s high today.

Ric relaxed as he chatted and looking around he noticed the mix in ages. He sensed commitment but also acceptance of abilities.

Sara showed Ric a map outlining the run’s route. She pointed out the incline and commented she would stick with him as he would not be familiar with the track.

She paused and said, ‘It will be important for you to know I’m there if you slow down.’

They exchanged smiles and both enjoyed the easy silence - they were part of the group yet alone.

Suddenly an announcement was made asking runners to move to the forest as the run’s start was approaching. The announcer wished everyone a good and safe run and encouraged them to use the water stations and said runners were to tell the marshals if unwell.

Finally she wrapped up with, ‘and one last thing, in the words of Prefontaine:’

“A lot of people run a race to see who is fastest but I run to see who has the most guts.’’

With that the gun was fired and the runners were away.

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