for what?
Outside the wind howls, the rain pounding on the window.
This is a classic Friday for fortifications under the blanket, but no, you're already at the door with shorts, a black shirt, and a Tel Aviv marathon in the doorway.
Well not a full marathon run, but at 55 plus even ten miles equals a certificate of appreciation.
So why anyway?
The quickest answer that comes to mind is "like this".
There is really no real, learned and reasoned reason.
You're not breaking a world record, not an Israeli record, not even tickling the record for your old age, but when you're there - the adrenaline is raging just like the thousands that were launched along with you.
Euphoria, levitation.
Within seconds the cold that threatened to freeze is replaced by the heat of competition.
You do everything to get past a bunch of young people who wanted her around, but you did not notice an elderly woman who could be your mother and politely ask you to move because you are delaying the caravan.
Wait, wait, Auntie, we'll meet again in the last line.
After four miles you kick off time, it can be a personal record.
After six miles you are considering retiring because the muscles are sore and breathing is heavy, again you are asking for what do you need this junk for?
You decided to give the race one last chance, another mile followed by a stretcher.
Just before the podium you do not understand where it came from for them, the organizers.
Precisely there, when the medal is smelled, it reaches the bridge of Rokach Boulevard, its name and memory will be erased.
Hello, I am about to retire, I need to choose a therapist soon and make an appointment for an X-ray, no presumption of the elderly?
The last few hundred meters are the most sucks.
It looks like they're running around, on a track.
The rain started to pick up pace, even the wind.
What an idiot, you mumble venomously, you could have stayed home, no one would have felt your lack.
Really dumb.
This is the last time, another moment we will announce retirement.
I can not believe I crossed the finish line.
Thank you to my family, my friends, my advisers, without them I would not have made it this far.
This is a new and amazing personal record - 52 minutes.
It actually wasn't terrible, not really difficult.
When is the next marathon, so far away?
Maybe we'll sign up for the one in Jerusalem and then fly to run abroad. Retirement? You made me laugh, I'm just before the climax.
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