Klaudija Mikulić, Cim, Bosnia & Herzegovina
A Humanitarian Race
Author: Klaudija Mikulić
Five years ago, a close friend enthusiastically suggested that we “run” the humanitarian race of the Mostar Half Marathon. Just a year before, she had experienced the frustration of being stuck in a traffic jam, with impatient drivers, a congested city center, and the police redirecting traffic to overwhelmed alternative routes. Unaware of the marathon’s existence at the time, her curiosity led her to discover that it was the inaugural event. This revelation filled her with joy, as she deeply appreciates positive and uplifting happenings in our city.
The organizers of the Mostar Half Marathon’s second edition introduced a special four-kilometer charity race for the community. Ample time has been allotted to accommodate participants who may choose to walk instead of run. Initially, I wasn’t particularly intrigued by the idea, given my limited engagement in physical activities and my approaching age of 60. However, how could I refuse my enthusiastic friend?! Furthermore, my own curiosity was sparked, and I became curious to witness how the event would unfold. Having embarked on previous, past “adventures”, I decided to give running a shot. The adventurous spirit within me urged me to push my boundaries once again.
The humanitarian nature of the race provided an extra incentive for me to join my friend. Whenever there are charitable activities, I eagerly participate. I had already paid the registration fee, and the race was eagerly awaiting me. However, I didn’t simply wait for the race day to arrive—I took proactive steps to prepare myself. Despite our playful banter about preparations, I took my training seriously and incorporated regular brisk walks into my routine. Walking a few kilometers each day proved to be an excellent form of training. During these walks, I encountered a variety of people—some walking, others running, some accompanied by their dogs, and others cycling. At one point, I even considered getting a dog as it would compel me to walk consistently, but the thought of my two beloved cats brought a smile to my face, dismissing the idea. Frequently, I would “train” with my friend, as it was important for both of us to get moving. Our goal was to complete the race within the designated time frame. Regardless, we knew that we would be faster than those who opted to remain sedentary on the couch. Our focus was on challenging ourselves, and being our first race, it would be our greatest achievement.
I had no particular expectations; my main aim was simply to have a great time. The March morning was fresh, slightly chilly but sunny, making it the perfect backdrop for my first “race.” Despite arriving early, I was met with a bustling crowd at the starting line. The music and enthusiastic cheers from the announcer added to the already upbeat atmosphere among the runners. People of all ages were there, including those aiming for top positions and others just looking to have fun and enjoy a leisurely walk. Mothers with their children, individuals with their pets, and even people in wheelchairs were all part of the diverse gathering. I could hear a medley of foreign languages and regional dialects, creating a sense of unity in this positive and vibrant event. Luckily, I found my friends, and we captured the moment with photos, eagerly anticipating the start of the race.
In the midst of the crowd, I spotted familiar faces, including some acquaintances and neighbors. Our group intentionally positioned ourselves at the back of the starting line, mindful not to disrupt the more serious runners. Throughout the race, I maintained my starting position, alternating between walking, attempting to run, capturing moments with photographs, exchanging greetings with familiar faces, and, above all, sharing in a lot of laughter. The volunteers provided continuous encouragement along the entire route, while the daughters of my friend eagerly awaited their mother and our group at the finish line. Crossing the finish line was a moment of celebration, with applause from the spectators and the majorettes warmly welcoming us, placing medals around our necks. It was a significant milestone for me, receiving my first medal at the age of 60. Although I felt flushed, my smile remained wide. We found a place to sit and rest, enjoying a cup of coffee, still buzzing with excitement. We all agreed without hesitation that this incredible experience should definitely be repeated.
I received far more than I had anticipated. I am thrilled to have taken part in the inaugural humanitarian race of the Mostar Half Marathon. Ever since then, the humanitarian race has become a cherished tradition for me, as I haven’t missed a single one. The race through the streets and bridges of my city at the onset of spring ignites a fire within me, propelling me forward until summer, when I shift my focus to swimming. Come autumn, I resume my walks, and as winter sets in, I embrace a more restful period, akin to a “winter slumber.”
I started following online platforms that promote running, which led me to discover races in the surrounding areas. Regularly joining my friends, we participate in the five kilometer race in Stolac. This year, we walked the five kilometer race at Rama’s Half Marathon event. Despite consistently finishing last, I feel an immense sense of satisfaction because I have surpassed my own expectations.
One of my aspirations is to venture into the world of aquathlons in Neum. Swimming holds a special place in my heart, and no matter the financial circumstances, I am determined to make it to the sea.
As this year marks my well-deserved retirement, I have no intentions of slowing down. I recognize the significance of prioritizing my well-being and health. Walking and swimming will remain my main pursuits until I stumble upon a new activity. Perhaps I will explore the world of classical dance classes tailored for seniors. The idea resonates with me as an excellent opportunity to stay active and engaged.