's hard to tell in words what I experienced .. New York itself, and his marathon in particular, represent something shocking, that remains marked in the soul! The city embraces you with its millions of arms by the roadside. Embrace the top runners, elegant and powerful in their action, and even those like us, the Mathias Aline, the Daniel and Nicholas, who run mixed together with many other names in the fray, in the end ....
Each of us runners have a story to tell, just hidden by the smiling face of the first mile, or the faces of the last .. and them, New Yorkers, we would understand .. encourage everyone equally, they know that behind the runners c 'is a profound reason that prompts them to grind miles on miles, and even if you do not know her, respect her!
Who would have thought, for As for me, if I run with the memory of my past, I could find on the start line ..
now all I remember almost gently, twist of fate, reacting to a vaccine that dell'antipolio age of 5 months, polio spastic on the right side of the body .. and some disadvantages, such as a clubfoot, extended only to 4 years thanks to a thorough shredding of the Achilles tendon, which is still not the full rotation of the right foot .. I run? but if this damn problem at school, during the developmental stage, time in physical education from the bench saw it ... yet .. I'm there, man, on the Verrazano Bridge .. I like the others, my story one of many .. Helicopters in
sky remind us that we live on dozens of stations, missing a few minutes away and I close by the peace maker of 4h15m/4h30m..ho'm greeted with a hug my sister, who will start earlier .. I shared with you all this 'adventure, including hours of dawn that never goes out .. camped on the grass, stretched out to find the energy to eat .. to make the file for the bathrooms .. salt and adrenaline that goes ..
Then slowly people begin to walk in front of the cannon gave way, but here at the end will take a long time .. interminable minutes, when you get up on tiptoe to see if there in the distance thousands of people you before, are starting to run .. When the bridge entrance
and beginning to mention the first steps of stroke is already spent a quarter of an hour .. we are in, I started my marathon in New York .. I have time to do a mile and the descent of the Verrazzano, another physiological need presents itself to me in all its urgent .. we are still on the bridge, with many runners equal problem moving to the side and make pit stop .. imitate them, but the emotional state I played a bad joke and spent more than a minute before I finally reinsert into the stream of runners ..
It 'great to race with the others, is the first time for me and I look almost surprised my fellow adventurers, who knows them how they feel, then finish the bridge and New York eats: the impact of Brooklyn is hot! .. the name on the shirt makes me hero, call me, my name cripple "Mathaas" ..
I'm running on the side of the road and do five to ten persone.Mi feel like a hero for a while during the split second when I crossed eyes and supporters ..
km go by that even I realize, I have a slow pace, hand brake, now imports only to get and savor every moment of this dream .. I watch the clock very little, so we think the microchips attached to the shoe to notify a girlfriend, family and friends, as I'm going ... after a forty minute hand on his shoulder, is his friend Daniel, pleased with his knee still holding .. you are having fun too .. and then a little further Nicola .. company with whom we will, at alternate moments, for at least 22 km ..
"stir up" the audience tired, so sometimes I Corinth in the middle of the group, I have to last a long time and it would be a shame to sag ahead of time ..
complessini dozens of parade, playing music that galvanizes you and pushes you forward like a spring. Improbable characters, dressed stravagande, I pass .. I have seen boldly pass me superman, I risuperato few kilometers later on his way to pass! ... It will run into a supply to kryptonite :-)
Supplies dramatic moments .. .. for me to drink from a paper cup in the race is far from simple operation, the first sip in the mouth instead of automatically ends in the face, are all of gatorade .. appicicaticcio inevitably brake to be able to drink and it is in these moments that I Nicola reaches or longer .. he has a camera of those disposable, sometimes it makes me turn around and take forward Photos will be out to make him .. who knows how .. talking with my companion pass the suffering Polansky Bridge .. the half marathon, with which we enter in Queens .. chatting distracts from pain, although occasionally Super Bond (soppranome Nicholas) is the output .. distressing "lack still 20 km oh "... :-)
The path up to that point was apparently flat .. in reality, these are all an American roads winding up and down .. there are sections where the road goes up continuously, as near the Jewish neighborhood .. that weird about guys with long beards to them .. is not that much of the marathon and frigates, in fact, that I suddenly noticed a sharp decline in public. . After the bridge
Polansky wait .. I know it's all going to get the damn bridge, the divide between the carefree and the marathon effort of the bridge Queensborought .. .. I see from afar the street has a pattern for which you can see the heads of front runners who are starting the climb of the bridge .. we are around the 26 km mark .. steps from incitement to silence, only the footsteps of the runners ..
The first part of the bridge is dark inside the tunnel .. there are those who scream, who sings American anthem .. then exit the tunnel and on our left Manhattan and its skyline .. but do not have time to enjoy this landscape, powerful gusts of icy wind that take you across, you see here all the hardness of the bridge and you're not even at the top .. there are those who started to walk .. I still feel good and I ask permission, excess burst pace makers (but did not have to take a step? there was one that kept pace had indicated on the shirt down on the cartels !!).. friendly reminder that the organization "Now comes the easy part," ... ironic!
get off the bridge is the delirium, the scenario changes .. the road widens, we are on First Avenue, in the middle of Manhattan (from Indian name of the island hills: () and people on both sides of the roads have increased dramatically, cheering stadium is at its best, a moment of emotion, topped by the desire to accelerate, increase slightly .. is here on this long road leading to the Bronx a few kilometers later, around 30 ° lose sight of Nicola .. .. now I'm only up and down First Avenue .. .. so much stronger legs start to feel ... they are hard, but I go .. I'm on the right side of the road, go past the hundreds of people walking, are in perpetual fast lane .. the Bronx at 32 km mark .. I welcome us with yet another bridge is reached, the decks .. I hate purple colored buildings, rocky music .. not missing much, the ladies of gatorade mark the mile at the end .. you fall into Manhattan to Harlem, I'm cold and a little hungry .. I had already accepted the first few kilometers of bananas from the public .. I also accept the orange segments, which greedily suck .. you go down to Central Park ..
35th km, scenes of desperation on both sides of the road .. a runner has gone out and writhing on the sidewalk crying .. is surrounded by doctors .. I understand all its drama, so little is missing on arrival and a crisis is very strong costrigendo withdrawal .. I think of my sister, who knows where it is right now .. I hope everything goes well to you! Cala
light, the sight of the trees of Central Park mitigates the suffering of my legs are getting blocks .. but super I continue to pass people, I do not stop .. I'm no longer the day of reckoning, I have broken every bank .. I'm that guy sitting on the bench during the hours of gymnastics, which is now taking revenge .. take off, I ran without you .. I have a long way to recovery, so do I, in my opinion .. A
inner charge is stronger than any pain pushes me forward, suffering as they write down here on temporary signs .. is what will always be the company I'm about to do!
.. The legs do not feel .. beyond my limits, the 36 km of training the 37 and so on .. .. and in a breath are over 40, I am in a very fragile balance, if only a few accelerators second I would leave the cramps, I feel like a crystal vase, but Columbus Circle and beyond, I see .. that's where you turn into the park and there are missing a few hundred meters .. I feel like crying but I have tears are all slipping away sweat, but I get emotional all right if I do .. I can see the finish line in a while I think about my life, because basically they are lucky if they get up here .. arms in the air, I bring my hands to the face, captured in photographs that will remain forever.
A thought goes to the people I love, who were rooting for the other side of me, to them I dedicate this race 4h37min33sec
Mathias, 27, marathon runner.
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