Somewhere between joy and silence, Etsuko Yasunaga catches a glimpse of eternity.
JUST after eight o’clock one Sunday morning, I was eagerly waiting for a turnaround point on Brunton Ave. I knew I had already run over nine km, and the goal was near. Yet I still couldn’t see the turnaround point. There were faster runners running in the opposite direction who had obviously reached the juncture and were ready to enter the MCG. Where is it? I must be getting close. I noticed I was getting little impatient.
That’s when I heard a familiar cheering voice of “Go Ettie!”. It was Jo, a fellow Wonthaggi Road Runner. She must have noticed my bright yellow WRR top. The timing was impeccable. I brought my focus back on my footsteps. Before long, I turned around and ran with renewed zeal to enter the G. I’ve heard how special it was to run into the G so many times from many friends. As soon as I entered, the vivid white protective ground covering came into my vision. It was almost blinding. My stride became longer, and I swung my arms stronger for a final sprint. I crossed the finish line with elation. Although I didn’t have any spectators in the crowds, it felt like everyone in that space was cheering me on and celebrating my small achievement with me. It was incredible.

















