…and we crossed the finish line in 4:24:46. Not a record, but a decent time for my very FIRST MARATHON considering the fact that I finished on both legs, still smiling and with my dad by my side. Check out the Garmin track HERE!
Now, two days after the adrenaline rush is over I am already feeling the running withdrawal. This is why, at exactly 12 hours from crossing the finish line, my dad and I signed-up for the Paris Marathon on April 10, 2011.
I wouldn’t call it crazy, but rather tactical. I ran marathons not because of the race in itself, but for what I learn on the path of training prior to be standing at the start line with 45 thousand plus masochists. Those fourth months of constant early-morning wake-up calls, ice baths, massage therapy and no-alcohol policy were a disciplined way of life that gave me structure and strength.
Running long distance is a way of life. And now that I have tried it once, I may be hook for a while.
The way you feel after a long run is priceless and ten times better than therapy.
Not sure, though, if any other marathon will ever be so emotional as this New York City one. I have never seen so many people cheering us (including my dear friends) in every boroughs of the city with such enthusiasm and spirit. Not to mention, the post-marathon “congratulations” we received while proudly parading all day long with the “survivor” medals around our necks.
We shall see. In the mean time, I will keep on lacing up my shoes in the am and go for my daily jog until death do us apart!
ps: On a sad note yesterday Grebe, the marathon God retired from the sport with a very sad message. The world of marathoners will never forget him. But, most importantly,they may never understand why such a champion decided to quit his favorite sport.
QUOTE: “Si corre per scappare, partire, fuggire, cambiare, cercare, sognare, arrivare. Si corre per una somma di infiniti. E spesso per fermarsi. Si corre per sentire: il cuore, gli altri, ma soprattutto se stessi Si corre per trovare una patria, per dimenticarla, per ricordarla. Perche` i passi dell`uomo che rotolano sono la continuazione di quelli del bambino che prova ad accorciare le distanze. Si corre per pazzia, dolore, mancanza e lontananze, per non pensarci, perche` non solo la bottiglia fa affogare, ma anche i 42 km e 195 metri non sono male. Si corre per riaffiorare sulla schiuma dell`esistenza, per bere sul dispiacere, per brindare al piacere, perche` il respiro affannato non e` un nemico, perche` qualcosa ti dice che non l`unica verita` e` andare avanti, anche se non troverai niente,” Maratoneti di Marco Patucchi.