bellatif's blog post - running legs

Sunday, the day I’m cripple. Yesterday was a hard day. Seems running a marathon isn’t something you do if you aren’t prepared for it. Not that I can say I even ran a marathon.

Just before the start, we were all doing our warm ups. And setting a positive mood, by saying: ‘see you all at the finish’. But Fizzy was right, I should have find a way to cheat, but I’m not a cheater. So 2 Pm, start shot... Of course the guys went like an arrow, so me and the girls (and one other guy) stayed behind. Doing it slow, seeing it was a long way ahead of us.

I think like the first 20 minutes we were all just talking. Happy it was a sunny day, and not raining. But after the chit chat, it became quiet. Everybody focussed on the long way, everybody probably thinking how many km we already did, and how many we had to do. I think at that point I started to realise I was in big shit. So I tried to think happy thoughts,... But that didn’t last long. Thinking what of a $*$ boyfriend is of putting me up to something like that. Not long after, the guy friend couldn’t run anymore. I was exhausted. No wonder, seeing he had worked all night. So it was a little occasion to stop a bit, and look after him. But knowing how much we wanted to make the 5 km, he said we should go again. So not with pleasure we were off again.

But this time, each step I did was getting worse. I felt my knees were starting to hurt. Even my ankles. I don’t know, was it because I didn’t do the necessary preparation, or just because I ran on a funny way, or just because I didn’t wear the proper running shoes. But I know I started to feel pain. I was sweating, breathing heavily. And my friend, who ran besides me asked if I was ok. Of course I said I was ok, and would run a bit more. I think it was a moment that I didn’t thought anymore, I was just running. No contact with the environment, just focus of moving my legs. And I must say, the fact it was sunny wasn’t a good thing. I know I can’t blame it on that, but it was becoming to much. I tried to run as far as I could, but then I couldn’t anymore. I had to much pain. My friend saw it, and she said we better should stop.

I’m not someone who likes to give up, but this time I knew she was right. If I would go further, I would probably collapse on the street. We both went to a first aid, just to get water and a leg massage. It helps a bit, but even today I don’t feel my legs anymore. They are like swollen, and it hurts when I walk, or just take the stairs. I think it is just my muscles that are stretched too much. I know I can’t say I ran a marathon, seeing I did like ?? km (probably 6 or 7), but for me it was a long run. Boyfriend made it like 22.5 km. I was proud on him, because now I know how though it is. One friend made the finish, but he was in a very bad shape afterwards. All our other friends stranded on different places.

So yesterday was really hell day. But in some ways I’m glad I tried out. I know running a marathon is nothing for me. But yah, taking part is more important then winning. And another thing, someone owns me a bottle of champagne. Yes, it is you cheeky boy.