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Start to marathon: I just have a marathon (and actually not even hard apart)
Fit & Healthy 7 april, the day of the marathon. Here I have 9 months to go live. And with 1.672 training kilometers in the legs, it is meanwhile high time for that last lap of honour. One of 42,195 kilometers to be exact.

At 6 am my alarm clock. Earlier than a typical Sunday, but since this zenuwpees the last night already about 7 times woke up startled, I find it just fine. It is in no way a typical Sunday today. A foamroll to my foot instead of two hungry cats. No yogurt with granola for breakfast but four sandwiches with jam, a bietenshotje, two glasses of orange juice and a banana. No delicious Sunday Netflixmarathon. However a real. The full 42,196 miles. Swallow.

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While I have for my suitcase stand to doubt about my loopoutfit, loads of my man - that is me with the bike will provide - already his backpack full of water bottles and energy gels. To my defense: I had honestly already have an outfit planned, but because of the warm weather saves the doubt. An e-mail from the organization with the tip to a pair of shorts to wear, is the deciding factor. A short so, even though I have my training still in long pants done. I decide there's not much to think about: outfit, bib number, shoes, in the car and head towards the city centre. Of the underground car park is about a fifteen minute walk to the start. During the walk I can feel it. My carefully reasoned choice jabs in my buttocks. “Not now silly,” am I talking to myself in mind to strictly. I continue my walk. When I return to my starting hand, however, in the distance looming, my inner stresskonijn still have the upper hand. You hear it all: hubby may be best koerskunsten out to them at the last minute to demand that other pants to me to get. It must be that the desperation on my face, because for once he may even, without comment.

It seems like I was there with my trusty old pants also my composure've recovered. As soon as I put both legs in the loeistrakke spandex gewurmd have, I feel like a different person. Even more: I get there even sense in it. I kiss my eenmansentourage goodbye, and departure to the start area. Tip: do you want the time goes faster, then go on marathondag standing in line at the dixi's. By the time I finally turn I, is the first runner according to me for a long time. What's the advantage? A lot of time to be nervous, I did not, because I have just the door behind me closed, if the starting signal had been given. We are left.

Miles 1-5

for The first miles don't go without saying. I started in the wrong startwave for the pacers that I wanted to follow, which I am appointed. Besides, my sports watch cures and I have actually no idea what my pace is. I am overly aware of my legs, makes me feel even that is out of balance with a waterbottle in my right, and an old sweater of my husband in the left. Although the original plan was to be just like all the other runners the sweater neatly into the start area to leave, decided the treasure last minute that he is the sweater could want to track. So I end up 3 miles long with the thing around. Oh yes, and I have to pee. Now.

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