I sent an email to Angela Coon the other day, describing a dream of mine from the night before; visiting Charlieās back yard, where he had built an enormous roller coaster. I hopped inside, and went on a solitary ride among rocky mountains, with random pubs serving as attraction sites, on the base of cliffs. There was water splashing on my face, and the characteristic feeling of suspense, going slowlyyyy very slowlyyyyy up the track, in anticipation of big drops that never came.
I donāt know what this dream meant, or why I saw Charlie in it on the night before his birthday this year, but today, this dream flashed up in my mind, after recalling the roller-coasterous bike adventure of yesterday, aiming at escorting my boyfriend on the 28th classical marathon of Athens, in remembrance of the 2500 year anniversary of the race. Having in mind that the total ride would not exceed 60km (30km to reach him to his 10km mark, and then 30km back escorting him), my sister and I began biking towards āMarathonaā (the start of the race, 42km away from the Kallimarmaro finish line), at 7am, on borrowed bikes and in isothermic clothing. Having done the same thing the year before, I knew that the task, although tiring, with its many up-hills, would not be impossible. But little did we know that after finding Dejan and starting to come back with him, on the 15th km, one policeman would block the street on the opposite (empty) side on which we were biking, forcing us to wait there (in the middle of nowhere), until the road re-open again at 3pm, after the end of the marathon (it was hardly 9.30 them). We decided to take the side roadsā¦ through the mountains. Followed by an amateur biker who lived near by and who volunteer to guide us, what followed was a half hour bike ride among grapevines, grasslands and olive groves, with quadriceps burning (we were already on our third hour of total biking time, me, the sprinter, and my sister, the ex-tennis player and current jogger) and me debating whether we should consume the two carb jells that I was supposed to hand to Dejan, one on the 28th and the other on the 35th km, already doubting that I would be able to complete my mission. With legs feeling like stone, we finally got to the ābannedā marathon road again, but half an hour later, and only having covered 3 kmā¦ the runners we met were all going for 4hr-marathons, and Dejan, trying to break 3hr, was going to be wayyy ahead. The road ahead was again an endless uphill, and I was seriously starting to wonder that my sister and I needed no more proof that we could have run this marathon if we had chosen toā¦
But I had to hand Dejanās carb-jell on km28, which was after the most difficult hill, and I didnāt want to destroy his effort, so I started destroying my quads instead, in an effort that looked hopeless. It turned to impossible, when another policeman stopped us and 10 more bikers, blocking the road again. Then the big journey began, biking around Attiki, to reach Athens, in a journey that took us to villages and districts that I knew were far far away, since I had been to some in the past by car.
To make a long and painful story short, and not analyzing the scene with the bike seat that broke and had to be repaired on the way, we arrived to our destination with an unestimated extra 30km in our legs (for a net total of 90kmā¦ Dejan finished in 3 hours and 5 minutes (luckily he didnāt collapse =)), and we finished in 7hrs-15min of biking =P.
Surpizingly, only my hamstrings are sore today, but I know thatās from the EMS I did 3days ago. =) Tomorrow might be different.
I thought to keep a journal again. Life going like a roller-coaster, and after yesterdayās roller-coaster mountain ride and the other nightās Charlie-dream, I thought maybe itās wise to look back to where this track-journey started from, which is this site. Also, now being transferred to a new club that spent some money to get me, I need some extra motivation and structured discipline to make things happen correctly. Life is not easy moving among three cities, doing a doctorate, traveling to conferences around Europe, keeping in touch with family, having a relationship, and training, but nobody said itās not wonderful, and worth noting down.
So, talk to you soon again =)