It was my best running experience so far! Well, it was mostly downhill, and that counts!:). Apart from the cold and some wind, it was all perfect, and it looks like I prefer running in cold weather.
I realized it’s not just the running part, it’s the sightseeing part of it that makes me love running. It’s not just me moving my feet until I can’t tell if they still move or not. It’s the road, the buildings, the people, the city, their stories combined. It’s such a crazy-happy-enthusiastic energy all around. It’s as if you could hear all the stories that have never been told, about a past that’s still there hoping to get noticed. It’s such a contrast between the effort and the joy existing simultaneously inside the same person.
And I loved the cheers!
Police officers managing traffic and also encouraging the runners: ‘well done guys, good job!’ One police officer was applauding us. And they had work to do. Because traffic was not blocked, there was us, running on one side of the road, and the cars driving on the other. Police officers at crossroads were great, they were chatting with the drivers and giving them clear instructions and waiting for one runner pack to pass so they could then allow some of the cars to quickly drive in between. It’s unbelievable, but it worked!
Two ladies wearing pink feathers and tutu’s, cheering the runners. One runner tells them:
‘love the outfits, girls!’
‘well, we don’t get to wear tutu’s otherwise, so thanks for giving us the opportunity!’
One guy approaching me, towards the end of the run, asking me:
‘how many photos did you take’?
‘usually about 200 of them’ was my answer
‘wow, ’cause I saw you all the way, that’s cool, good luck!’
And, yes, I took about 200 photos on the way. I will post only a few here.:)
Right before the start:
Houses and people that told stories.
And then, feelings of all sorts.
I cried at the end of the race, I realize now I ran a dream of mine: yes, we’re here, living, breathing, running:), enjoying every day because, hey: someday is today :).