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Monday, 24 June 2013

They're completely crazy!


I’ve seen them many times and I bet you have too. Although they pass silently and quickly, I’m sure you have laid your eyes on them for a second. You have probably noticed their presence all around the city. No matter if it rains or snows, if it is cold or hot, if it is dark or if the sun is shining. You can see them anywhere at anytime. Not only can you see them alone, but you can see them in couples and in groups. They are of both sexes, and they are between five and ninety-five years old, of any race and social class. They go through the streets, the parks, the mountains and the beaches. Sometimes they go slow, and sometimes as fast as they can, usually saying hello to others they meet on their way, though they don’t know each other’s names, because they recognise them as colleagues. Sometimes they take over the streets for hours and people cheer them on and applaud. They don’t try to beat anybody else but themselves. They compete with their own times, looking at their watches to check their pace. 


The day before a race they prepare their clothes and shoes, feeling as joyful as children the day before Christmas. The night before, they dream about the race, and visualize themselves running through a route in the sky among the clouds. 



 They don’t mind waking up early, or being the last at the finish line. They encourage the other runners, even if they are so tired that they can’t speak, with a smile or a clap. And when they arrive at the end of the race they raise their arms proudly and think “I did it”. Then they check their watches for the last time. They go back home happily thinking that, although they have done a great job, they could have done it better and make up silly excuses. The day after, they can’t help smiling when they feel the stiffness, the product of a great effort. They check the official results, and look for the pictures of the race on the Internet. They spend the whole day remembering the starting line, the hill, the guy that overtook them, the finish line…almost like an obsession.


 

                                                                                                             Wildcat

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