Many marathon runners think that begins with the shooting of the judge, but all it has thrived long ago. I knew when I crossed the finish line at Olympic Stadium in Seville on February 13 and my mind went back to put the clock at 0:00:00. Madrid: objective.
In recent weeks, in addition to training, logistics has also taken me some time. Decision to travel days to clarify the issue of accommodation, registration and other additional steps.
Friday at three p.m. waited (impatiently) to train in the station of La Palma del Condado linking in AVE Santa Justa to lead us to Atocha (19:15). The expedition comprised Colonel Salvador Domínguez (Club BonaBike), Juan Carlos Cortes Racy and a server was received at Madrid by our friend Francisco Merino Plaza (package) that has carried us as a true "Delegate" Bonares Wildcat Club in the capital. We are deeply grateful for the "priceless" Hospitality.
We moved to Rivas, a house of my friend, José Luis Sánchez Martín ("deserter" who has gone to London to see a concert of Jamiroquai), where Paco and his girlfriend (Irene), we prepared a scrumptious dinner . After a little bit of talk, accompanied by a slug of vodka and mixes several black, white vodka and blackberry liqueur. Everything is not going to be marathon, ehh.
Saturday, EXPODEPOR. Collection of numbers, stock broker and chip test. All right. There I met with the evergreen "LYNX" Juan Manuel Torres Gomez who had just arrived by car with other runners Huelva. We proposed to "nag" in each and every one of the stands. Footprint evidence, questions, study of body mass, stickers, brochures, slippers, compression stockings, templates, bottles, potions, aaagrrhhhhh. All right, so many hungry activity. Paco has been reserved in "ground beef" and we set up the butt of gourmet burgers in plan not only glycogen live broker.
Once we passed by lining the finish the job dissociated diet smoothies (oversized) of ice cream (Frappuccino) in a Starbucks Coffee in the Salamanca district where the group showed us DOVER his "side" more intimate. They sat at the table next door. Gulas
with prawns (Pack style) and leftovers from dinner on Friday at the Madrid-Barça. In the post-match a little bit of Play3 playing Soccer and save energy for tomorrow.
As a child I slept from 2:00 until seven in the morning when the alarm rang. Visit Mr. Rock and immediately Breakfast at Tiffany's (cafelito and toast with butter and jam) Paco already waiting at the door to leave us at the foot of the wall. 8:20 landing on the Paseo de Recoletos.
I look around and realize that yes, we're in Madrid and that this is the marathon. Safe Corridors last touches nerves and is staged all this ritual that we each have in the run.
The BRIPAC made a display of parachute landing in the same line. At the moment we walk a few yards to find a good position and we parted in Salvador that will run on the 10K. Hugs and encouragement. My legs shake and the adrenaline goes through the pores of the skin. Begin to feel the "Madrid effect".
9:00. Commentators warmed the atmosphere and the race begins. This can not be described, it is impossible to translate into words the feeling of output along with other 16,000 athletes for the Plaza de Colon. Then the Paseo de la Castellana and the Santiago Bernabeu where it separates the 10K race runners giving encouragement in both tests. All uphill until they emerge majestic 5K Kio Towers, a moment extasíaco passing underneath. Madrid
sleep. Up to 15K not many people on the street but gradually more often heard the applause and encouragement. Still do not really need. We shot at 5:44, downhill and very fresh. For one, it comes from provinces that are not familiar with the street, we passed through places and places we saw "sound." Four hours of constant deja-vu.
What it is recognized Fuencarral (17K) as a prelude something that had not been imagined in his wildest dreams. In the end, and as a movie set, appears Uffffffffffffffffff Gran Via. Cinemas, theaters and chicken meat in industrial quantities. But what is coming is even better: street price, the fnac and finally, the Puerta del Sol If this is not bigger than God come and see it. Madrileños
silt up the sidewalks like ants in the CL Staff and the apotheosis falls on us when we see the Royal Palace in the background. The "Madrid effect" again. I'm with the gel and hydrating (18K), I have no surprises such as intestinal Sevilla.
little rise in CL Ferraz and taste the mean (21K). Go for it!. Passing through the Park West took the opportunity to empty the bladder. In a see down the bottom the House in which we entered by the Puente del Rey. On several occasions we have to slow down (25K) because, although they are very good, you have to save energy for the final stretch. The marathon is run at 50% head.
The output of the "lungs of Madrid" is flanked by "Vicente Calderón" (34K). We stop at the aid stations and I take all the showers to cool. Although the weather was our ally Weather makes the rounds up a few degrees for the last quarter of the race.
35K. MAPOMA starts here. This is what we have to do. SUFFER. Four miles upstream that look like the "Via Dolorosa." A hard time with runners vomiting, walking, sitting on the floor and they have left the forces. Or watch, only forward. There is only one way and ends at the Retreat. Tranche
plane at the gate of Atocha, where we spent the monument in memory of 11M. My heart is wrinkled to see the sun rays pass through the 200 names of the glass cylinder. Further rise. In just over a KM to reach the summit: What rush ... Neither carbohydrate gel or Powerade ... Puerta de Alcalá is ours. MAPOMA trembles because we have the "Madrid effect".
Salvador awaits us picture me singing and flag Bonares to carry it in the last minute. What a joy to see again a bonariego. Juan Carlos and I agreed to get together in goal.
The 41K is the threshold of heaven. Nothing can stop us. 1,195 meters final sprint lined with palms and shouting. Bonares flag flutters in the Parque del Buen Retiro. Now we accompanied the "Bonares Effect." If things went smoothly and my name over the loudspeaker booms just before passing the final bow. It is an experience bordering on mysticism, and those who have gone through this arc know what I mean. MARATHON IS NOT OVER, is Madrid.
Although the least, these are the times: Cat Dorsal Name General Pace Men Official Rating Vel Net. 10K
half
Colonel Salvador Domínguez B2338 DM 817 / 4146 774 / 3105 318 / 1264 0:48:40 0:47:27 4:44 min / km 12.64 km / h
42K José Javier Martín Ramos A5125 DM 5013 / 7998 4824 / 7444 1130 / 1605 4:07:57 4:06:05 5:49 min / km 10.28 km / h
Juan Carlos Cortes DM A4161 Castizo 5015 / 7998 4826 / 7444 1131 / 1605 4 : 7:59 4:06:07 5:49 min / km 10.28 km / h
Juan Manuel Torres Gomez A3722 FM 5788 / 7998 5533 / 7444 968 / 1254 4:17:27 4:12:52 5:59 min / Km 10.21 Km / h
In the provisioning area I met with Torres. I think it was provisioning for the 101 KM of Ronda. The picture speaks for itself.
All who have been in contact with MAPOMA now suffer from the "SYNDROME MADRID", which has no cure but it bears other marathons in preparing next year's expected. CONGRATULATIONS
marathoners. José Javier Martín Ramos - Chronicling
