It’s funny that the inspiration for this post comes from a Youtube ad I just saw. I haven’t watched it all the way through. So I don’t know what the good man was trying to sell, but his speech was true. There are things you can’t buy with money. There are things you have to earn.
“I’m proud of you” were my wife’s words on the car journey from
Eindhoven to Dunkirk where we are going to spend a few days on holiday with the family. She doesn’t say these words very often and in fact possibly the last time she said them, I probably didn’t have any grey hairs in my beard yet. I was uk whatsapp number data driving the car and my body was still full of the happiness hormones that you get from finishing a marathon. I had done it, once again. This time in 44 and in an acceptable time of 3:00:01.
It took another 24 hours with less
Leg pain than usual for this kind of reflection bringing back the liveinternet extension to chrome to occur. “What if I had run a little faster in the final stretch to speed up by 2 seconds…” In fact, I had lost three minutes in the last three kilometres. I was close to going under 2:57:00 with the pace I had up to kilometre 39.
From the start of the race I was running at a maximum pace between 4:05-4:09 min/km but without being overwhelmed. I ran the half marathon 30 seconds slower than I had done in a previous race to prepare for this main race in Eindhoven. I was fresh.
It was also a race where I did an experiment
Thanks to intermittent fasting, my body was job data used to running on fat as an energy source. Since this moment is inevitable in a marathon, I told myself that it is possible not to run into the wall if your body is optimized to run on fat. It seems that up to kilometer 39 this seemed possible. Then came the man with the hammer, as they call him in Germany, and he hit me very hard. The oldest saw me in the final stretch of the last 100 meters towards the finish line and started crying because he had probably never seen me look so bad before. You can’t buy money either to have your two children, aged 8 and 11, hold you in their arms after you have reached the finish line and into the parking lot.