These athletes are crazy!

Today we tell you the story of German Tizón  one of the fans of 42K on Facebook, one of our most active fans.

That's what I thought, these athletes, the popular runners, are crazy, sitting comfortably in my car, or on the terrace of the cafeteria while watching a runner go by, and another and another. What will they see in this running? I was wondering. As that one says, each madman ... with his theme.

But one is adding years, and at that time more than years they seemed stones. Stones that were accumulating, I don't know the reason, in the belly. And it was no longer a matter of years, It was months, and at the end almost weeks or days that it seemed that some strange sorcerer had taken them with one and had proposed to periodically shrink all the clothes. Oh Mother! Shrunken clothes! Little desire to do anything, and the sofa every day with more shape of my body, as if it were a contemporary sculpture, the kind that you see in museums and that many times we wonder what it is. And the day arrived.

Year 2010. Summer day. That mirror reflected a man stuck in grease. Oh Mother! Car, sports shop and full lot: technical shirt, shorts running y Shoes of running .Car. House. To dress. Athlete mode ON. Let's see what these crazy people who run to this every day see. It's fair to say I gave myself a week or so to go or quit. The first day would not be decisive. Oh Mother!! Yes they are crazy!! After five minutes my body cried out to return to the sofanil state (that was life!!).

After five minutes of running, who has changed the airand that I breathe because of irritant gas? Water please!! After five minutes running… I couldn't with my ass!!! For home. Shower (that was not bad) Second day. We repeat protocol. Yes indeed. The T-shirt I had washed it the day before and in summer it soon dries. Ten minutes!! Oh Mother!! To the shower that is really cool !! And little by little we come to the end of the week where that of correr it seemed that My body was beginning to find it "funny" And the weeks, the months went by and it became more and more necessary to go for a run. And at the same time one felt more viscous, more cheerful, more of everything!

The spell of the clothes disappeared and until there came a moment when it was turned upside down. Now the clothes are getting bigger and bigger. Oh Mother!! Y going for a run became a necessity. To find myself. Of thinking. To relax and give myself the reward of a well-deserved shower at the end. And they started the Popular careers. The first with a lot of fear since he did not know if he would reach the end. I think the night before I barely slept from the shame of not being able to finish. But I finished that and many more that came after, and I hope they will. There is no pretension in going to "compete" To the races. Or if. Finish each one. Enjoy them. Spend a pleasant time with the other popular runners and little by little instill in my son the need to have a healthy life accompanied by sports.

The sofa has gone, poor thing, recovering its primitive shape. My "beautiful" figure of yesteryear is no longer reflected in him, so I have definitely abandoned the option of dedicating myself to contemporary art. And if. It's true. We have distanced ourselves. I have been changing him for the asphalt, the trails, the beach... he is jealous, and from time to time I also give him a hug. But it's not the same anymore and he knows it.

I have run races 6K, 10K, 12K, 14K, half marathon. I miss the thorn of the 42K. Who knows? one day maybe I will propose. Of course, always with the support of my partner and my son, without whom everything would be more difficult, since there is no greater prize than finishing a degree and receiving kisses and hugs from yours.

German Tizón

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