It was not the plan, not even close.
The plan had been to run ten kilometers with Chaim Wizman as he started the insane Y’m L Yam ultra marathon. I would run ten with him then say good-bye and run back to my car. A twenty kilometer run is a good solid workout. No need to go further, especially that the marathon season is behind us.
When I woke up around four in the morning I could hear the Neve Daniel wind raging outside. It was cold and raining. I debated whether I should even get out of bed. But I had told Chaim the night before that I would run with him and didn’t want to leave him hanging. Plus, he would be at it for 6 or 7 hours. I was going to be done by 8:00. I was going to eat a hot breakfast. I couldn’t really complain.
So way before dawn I jumped in the car and headed for Modi’in. I had none of the usual stress that always accompanies me before a race. Because I wasn’t going to race. I was just going out for a jog. Maybe I would even walk back to the car and make it more of a hike than a run. Why not?
Chaim, on the other hand, was registered for the competitive race. While I was hanging out in the dark, he drove up for the 6:00 AM start at about 5:59. By the time we got to the start line, everyone else had already begun the epic run. Chaim and another friend were actually pinning their numbers on while running. I know what it’s like to come late for a race so I didn’t envy them. And as far as I was concerned, we could have started an hour after everyone else. I was just going for a friendly jog.
We started running the first twelve kilometer segment and at one point Chaim said to me that I was — in fact — going to run the whole race with him. Ha! I laughed. What a joker. How dumb did he think I was! I would be taking a nice hot shower by the time he was not even halfway through. What a sucker.
But then….. then…… I started to think. (Usually a dangerous thing for me.)
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