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last minute camera instructions |
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Exhausted and thirsty, I crossed the finish line three hours
and fifty six minutes and 42.195 kilometers after beginning the Mazury Marathon
last week.
It was the third marathon
finish in my life, but this time was by far the most challenging.
Despite
being in one of the most picturesque regions of Poland in the middle of the
famous majestic lake district, the marathon crossed many hilly parts that continually inclined and declined throughout the course.
Nevertheless, the shadiness and the abundance
of water stops along the way made it do-able and in my opinion, fun.
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Oblivious like Forest Gump, I am hiding in background at the starting corral not realizing man in soccer jersey is a famous Polish television journalist...can you spot me? |
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after about seven kilometers, lots of smiles at this point. |
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Coming out of the starting area and out of the village of
Galkowo, the sound of cheering spectators slowly subsided as the village road gave way to a
shaded path covered in pine and birch trees.
After a relatively flat 6 or 7 kilometers the path started to
incline a bit and then around 10 or 12kilometers the short climbs started, and continued throughout the
course, peaking at a modest 200 meter climb around the thirty-first kilometer.
Despite the moderate climbs, the challenging
bit for an amateur like myself was the continuity of the course.
Training in a flat city like Warsaw before running in a hilly course was
something new for me.
Despite the hilly terrain, as mentioned, I managed to finish
without stopping –despite a bathroom break at around the midway point.
It was also quite a pleasant run as there
were only about 250 runners on the course.
Around the 39
th kilometer though, I
was starting to feel the pain of the whole ordeal and had to mentally deal with
the pathetic quitting voice in my head telling me to give up.
After hearing the cheers about a kilometer from the finish lifted my
spirits, however, the quitting voice vanished.
Coming out of the final turn and back into the
village of Galkowo, the tranquility of the trails turned into cheers as the
villagers, who were standing in front of their houses offering water and beer shouting "Dalej,"
along with friends and family members of the runners stuck around to cheer on the
finishers.
Despite finishing a small
trail race, the cheers were actually louder and more supportive than any of the
two city marathons that I had finished.
High fives and cheers--some for my name is always a pleasant surprise, but
more importantly, however, was my wife who
was standing there cheering for the first time at the finish line of a race I’ve
been in.
It's a good thing she came to a good one. Needless to say, I was quite touched by all of
it.
Despite what many people say about
the unpleasantries of running, I consider myself quite lucky to be a runner. Please check out the video and witness yours truly make it across the finish.
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Crossing the finish line at 3:56, not a record, but happy to finish |
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