9 km of pain

I have never been very keen on running; the “magic” flow people are talking about has never helped me…

Anyway, I have during April and the first half of May been preparing for a charity race around Umeå’s only lake. One thing which is of crucial importance when you are to run 9 km is preparation. I did prepare, I have for example done some swimming and cycling at the gym and two football matchers can be added to the list. But hey…weren’t you supposed to run a race shouldn’t you have done some running too? Of course, it was top priority for more than a month but I couldn’t find (in some strange way) time for it until it was two days before the race. Smart move Markus, I was cursing my unwise decision when I, on the race day, was walking on legs full of aches towards the lake.

Anyhow, I teamed up with my brother during more than half of the race but he must have taken some painkillers before the race as he seemed untroubled with the more than real pain. I was, in the end beaten with 25 seconds and I’m not looking forward to see the photographs of the finish since I must have looked like a person who had lost his ability to walk and run for that matter and also someone who performed the least graceful finish ever.

I must mention that the race when it comes to arrangement was a huge success, all cred to the people involved in it!