Many marathon runners think that begins with the shooting of the judge, but everything has gestated 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: the target.
In recent weeks, in addition to training, logistics has also taken me some time. Decision of 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" Wildcat Club Bonares in capital. We are deeply grateful for the "priceless" Hospitality. We moved to
Rivas home 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 dinner for chu
parse fingers. 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. Tests tread, 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 DOVER group members showed us their "side" more intimate. They sat at the table next door.
Gulas with prawns (style Package) 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 this is the marathon. Safe Corridors last touches nerves and is staged all this ritual that we each have at times previous.
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 the race between giving
10K runners spirits of 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 to something I had never in his wildest dreams have imagined. In the end, and as a movie set, it appears the Gran Via Uffffffffffffffffff. 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!. Through West Park 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.
flat stretch Atocha gate pass by the monument in memory of 11M. My heart is wrinkled to see the sun rays pass
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 sprint
fi nal 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: General Cat Dorsal
Name Category Men Of icial
Rhythm 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 DM A5125 5013 / 7998 4824 / 7444 1130 / 1605 4:07:57 4:06:05 5:49 min / km 10.28 km / h
Juan Carlos Cortes Castizo A4161 DM 5015 / 7998 4826 / 7444 1131 / 1605 4:07 : 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
supplies in the 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 - Chronicler.
In recent weeks, in addition to training, logistics has also taken me some time. Decision of 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" Wildcat Club Bonares in capital. We are deeply grateful for the "priceless" Hospitality. We moved to
Rivas home 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 dinner for chu
parse fingers. 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. Tests tread, 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 DOVER group members showed us their "side" more intimate. They sat at the table next door.
Gulas with prawns (style Package) 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 this is the marathon. Safe Corridors last touches nerves and is staged all this ritual that we each have at times previous.
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 the race between giving
10K runners spirits of 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 to something I had never in his wildest dreams have imagined. In the end, and as a movie set, it appears the Gran Via Uffffffffffffffffff. 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!. Through West Park 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.
flat stretch Atocha gate pass by the monument in memory of 11M. My heart is wrinkled to see the sun rays pass
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 sprint
fi nal 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: General Cat Dorsal
Name Category Men Of icial
Rhythm 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 DM A5125 5013 / 7998 4824 / 7444 1130 / 1605 4:07:57 4:06:05 5:49 min / km 10.28 km / h
Juan Carlos Cortes Castizo A4161 DM 5015 / 7998 4826 / 7444 1131 / 1605 4:07 : 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
supplies in the 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 - Chronicler.
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