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The weeks before the marathon didn't showed the needed pace in the trainings and exactly on the week-end the summer heat showed up again as its best. Therefore I didn't expected to beat the 3 hours on that day and was very sceptical to come close to the personal best. We registered at the Bundek lake some hours before. Then we took our rooms at the hostel some 5 km away in the middle of nowhere suburban village. Perfect for preparation because there is nothing else to do than running and resting there. But we had not much time for preparation and just changed to the racing outfit and started to walk back to the lake. We just saw the bus overtaking us, then I realized that the schedule must have been from the terminal and not our stop. So we walked about 3 km and the race was starting in 20 minutes. There was a car with a couple in the marathon dresses and they very well saw my number without giving us a lift. So we went on and were more and more desperately looking for a car. Then we saw that guy on the bus stop with a marathon shirt and walked to him to take the bus. But an old car arrived to pick him up, so we started to ran towards him, and nicely enough this couple took us to the park. So that we had enough time to take some pictures, hand the bag in and I could jump over the fence to take a position in the first row. Nobody complained, but I had already music on so wouldn't have remarked non-agressive complaints. Decet, Devet, Ossam ...
The start went smoothly, though I had a mascot in front of me that took me one second and I could not made it up to the leader position, so I took my place at third. I could hold it for the first meters, but soon, more experience runners were taking over and after three miles or so, I was challenging with the same guy that was with me at the start and who seemed to have the same tactics as I. We were motivating ourselves throughout the first round and I tried to keep always half a step ahead. So we were running side by side until we reached the stares, where I had a tiny advantage that I almost kept until the finish line where I was one or two seconds behind him. I took a cup to drink, even though the thirst was not yet killing. However it cost me to keep up for closing the gap. So I saw him disappearing in the front for the next few miles. Yes I was a bit tired, but didn't felt that much so. However at the drinking stations I took as many cups as I could and passed the cheering zone for the second time, more annoyed by them than motivated. There were quite some runners taking me on that round so I probably was a little bit slower than on the first. At the finish line I took some magnesium powder and swallowed it down with some liquid, it didn't tasted like water. But maybe it was better because I was melting in the heat. On the third round girls were passing me and I couldn't accelerate at all. My body and mind refused, so my motivation level was quite down. I stopped at the drinking stations again, to take three cups and one on the go. But it helped little to restore my batteries. The stares were now very hard and the sandy underground covered my shoes in a grey pasture that formed together with my swat and little stones were bullying me all the way. Passing the finish-line I stopped again for some isotonic drinks and went on, but the sweetener kicked my ass after some kilometers and my muscles refused to work any longer. I had to start walking and knew from the ultra-marathons, that it may become better after a kilometer. I just thought about finishing, the time must be as bad as Panama or Palermo. A girl passed me and when I saw her walking in front of me, I made it up to her again, but couldn't pass her and just stayed in her shadow. Maybe we was ashamed by being followed or just stronger than me, so she started to run again. I stop-and-goed over the bridge. It was 5 past 11 PM, I had 55 minutes left and I could not walk for the resting 8 km. Then, Miroslav was running up to me and reduced to walking also. So I took my headphones out and just said that I was dead and listened to him. I was no good chatting partner so I was happy a girl had joined us and I could follow him talking about him, me and the race conditions until we reached the water-stop. It seamed to help and I could start running again after I drank the cup on the go and already thought about passing with him the finish line, so I kept running until he let me go for good. I was approaching the cheering stations where they seemed to wait only for a few racers left. I was motivated, I tried to keep up running. When I slowed down, I made some shouts or arms movements to motivate me. It helped, I was running to finish before the midnight dead-line. Just before the stairs went down to the park I looked back and there was a group of five to ten girls and a few boys. I started running faster, I didn't wanted to loose those then places, even they were not running in my category. When we went down, I could take a guy and saw the girl from the begin of the last round in front of me. I had the chance to not cross the finish line alone. It costed me hell a lot of energy I didn't really had in my legs. But my mind was stronger. I was even stronger than her, and when we passed the little bridge twenty meters before the finish line, I told her that about five girls are following really quick. I had a look back, they were just 30 meters behind us. I slowed down for the finish picture, together with her. I took my medal, told her to prepare for a Puza, kissed her and thanked for finishing in time. Even-though it was the worst marathon in my career, I finished, probably sick, because prepared I was. Then I saw my friend taking pictures, but I wasn't really in mood for that, I just told her, that we had to go immediately or my muscles will cool down and freeze. We called for a taxi that couldn't find us and the next one took too long so I was just sitting and hoping for being able to move when it arrived. I could take a shower and prepare for bed, but then I fell asleep fast and deep.