The Last Tremor at the End of the Year —— The Story of Northern Marseille

10 At noon on June 9th, when the group of eastbound travelers were discussing whether Ma Bei won the prize, I opened the webpage with trepidation, because I knew that for an old scum like me, the probability of Ma Bei winning the prize was 0.0 1%. Then I open the webpage, close my eyes and count to three, and open my eyes. I was stunned when I opened my eyes. I won the lottery!

Running in the wild and retiring from the cross-country race around Huangnichuan has always been a lingering shadow in my heart, but after winning the lottery in North Malaysia, the world in front of me seems to be completely new;

When God closes a door for you, he will also open the brightest window for you. Looking around, the world we see is dazzling sunshine, dense forests and lovely animals.

Back to the topic, after seeing the lucky draw in official website, the first thing to do was not to announce the good news to Uncle Wei and his left hand, but to directly open various apps to order train tickets and hotels, and finally to show off in a large group.

I haven't trained seriously since Malaysia, which directly led to the decline of my physical fitness. It took Hama more than five hours to finish the race at the end of August, so I know the importance of daily training. I used a sentence in the record of Hangzhou Marseille by Xiao Cui (Yulin Jun) in the regiment: "Aerobic running is king, and training every day feels hard."

On the last weekend before the game, I went to the 30km customs clearance of Binhai Road with Big Fat. Big Fat is very happy that I won the lottery in North Malaysia. I have never apologized to this newly promoted young father, because I bullied him all the time before I knew his occupation. Later, when I learned that he was a policeman, I always wanted to ask him a question: I used to bully you. Is that assaulting a police officer?

The next week, my mind was full of things in northern Malaysia. I can think about it 800 times a day, and I have thought of everything I can think of. I have no choice. I have psychological problems. Uncle Tail criticized me for this several times ... Forget it, don't mention the old man. He is only in his early forties.

165438+1On the morning of October 2, Susie and I got off the train station and went to the hotel to check in. After that, we went directly to Beijing New International Exhibition to pick up our bags. We waited in line for five minutes and two hours. This is my biggest complaint about northern Malaysia.

Left-handed and Kit, they have been shamelessly bonus hunter in the new national exhibition field, only me, quietly and gently laughing at them all the way. ......

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That night, I ate and drank aimlessly on Dashilan Street in Beijing, looking at the bustling commercial street, and my mouth was never idle. Let's just say that during the two days in Beijing on the weekend, I almost came out of the hotel with an empty stomach and came back with a wall.

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Going back to the hotel at night to pack the equipment for the next day, my mind began to think about the state of the game: what should I do after 35 kilometers into the wall? My 10 total run this month seems to be less than 100 km, right? The two injured legs are not even. What should I do if I have a cramp in a bad state? Can't you finish pumping your left leg before pumping your right leg? In this way, I fell asleep in a daze

165438+1October 3, I got up at 4: 30 in the morning, woke up earlier than the mobile phone alarm clock, packed my equipment and went out early, shivering in the cold wind in short-sleeved uniforms, facing the rising sun in the morning and looking at Tiananmen Square not far away. With the end of the national anthem, we started running at 7: 30.

As usual, I enjoyed everything in Beijing without headphones, and people all over the country were very excited. I started jogging quietly, thinking about Hama's painful lesson at the end of August (ankle injury at the end of August, crying and running to the finish line in the face of heavy rain). Suddenly, people around you are getting more and more excited. When I looked up, we had already run to Tiananmen Square.

When I saw Tiananmen Square, I felt an indescribable excitement. When I was 40 years old, I first came to Tiananmen Square, which was the 70th anniversary of the founding of People's Republic of China (PRC). This moment is definitely the most meaningful moment in my life. I was celebrating my motherland with horse racing that day.

After running through Tiananmen Square, I continued jogging with the team. It's not so much jogging as a one-day trip to North Malaysia, ignoring the pace, the complicated mood at that time, the weather that day, looking at the tall buildings on both sides, and feeling the enthusiasm of the local people in Beijing. At this time, the mobile phone prompts that it has passed 5 kilometers, with an average pace of 634.

I didn't think much at that time, because I knew in my heart that for me, finishing the game safely was my ultimate goal. When Huang Huan retired from the competition, his two injured legs still hurt when he went downhill. Take a deep breath. This is just the beginning, and there are still 37 kilometers waiting for me. At this time, the roadside slogan is obvious:

"Although the finish line is far away from us, if we start running, the finish line will get closer and closer to us."

Sorry, I didn't take pictures along the way, and I didn't pay much attention to the official photographer on the roadside. At this point, my heart still regards this game as a 30-kilometer customs clearance on Binhai Road on weekdays, thinking about the cold water that accompanied me for the first time, thinking about the big fat man who often accompanied me through customs clearance, and being calm and calm. This is what I thought at that time.

Mobile phone prompt, 10 km, with an average pace of 630. I don't feel anything, and my leg pain continues. I looked down and remembered an episode before Beima won the prize. I sent a circle of friends:

Attached picture, thanks to Brother Chicken for feeding chickens in Beima:

At this time, it has already passed the halfway, and the mobile phone prompts 2: 1 1: 37. Not bad, not bad. This is my evaluation of myself at that time. I don't sweat much and I'm not tired, thanks to the weather in Beijing that day. The weather is really wonderful. If the summer in Dalian is always like this, my skin color will not let my mother criticize me once when she sees me.

Keep jogging, keep thinking about other things,

I thought of Uncle Tail and Left Hand, two bad guys who usually like to criticize others when they have nothing to do. I don't want them even if I think about it!

I don't know the weight of Dong Shi, the head of the team, is still 190 kg? It should weigh 200 Jin now, right?

I wonder if Dalin, who is far away from Japan, went cross-country again today? What's wrong with Mama Bean?

I thought of Mr. Hello. What is he doing at home at this time? Did you play games and eat chicken again?

Oh, yes, I think. Today, not only our North Horse Team is active in our East Runner Group, but also two heroes are fighting for PB on the track in Hangzhou at this time, and a group of group members are running wildly in the mountains of Lushun, Dalian, and a warm feeling follows. Today, 2065438+09165438+1October 3rd, we are not the only east runners.

Mobile phone tip: 30 kilometers.

It's time to eat salt pills and use glue. I ate two salt pills my mother gave me before the cross-country race around the Yellow River in one breath, killing two energy gels. Sweet in the mouth and sweet in the heart, haha. . . I'm still not tired now, maybe it's because of my slow pace. I prefer a long stream of water to a matching speed. . . . . .

At this time, the phone rang again, and I thought, who is so short-sighted to send me a message? I don't know, sister. I went to North Malaysia today.

When I was driving, on June 13, the group led a team from the University of Technology to cheer for me. Oh, I'm so excited. I'm really a good friend (people never treat me like a woman).

Last autumn, June 13, that is, Brother Dai and I went to the community to steal hawthorn and were bitten by caterpillars.

Ahem! Brother Dai is one month younger than me! ! ! ! ! ! Why is it called Brother Dai?

The phone is ringing again, 40 kilometers, which feels good. This time I feel that running is the most comfortable. So far, I feel a little tired, but I feel all right. Put away my mobile phone and rush to the finish line without talking, 42.6438+095 km!

Then the phone rang and a message came:

PB 12 minutes, finish the race in 430 minutes, which I didn't expect. I am a senior runner, and I know my strength and physical fitness better, but I take every race, whether it is horse racing or cross-country, very seriously.

Take a bag, take a photo, and show off in an ostentatious manner:

Afterwards, I punched in normally in each group and received the blessing from the group. Just when I was triumphant, the left deputy in the group said on WeChat: If you reduce your big weight again, it will be faster in the future. ......

I swear, I don't want to talk to him for the next three months.

Beijing Marathon, Malaysia, won the lottery for the first time this year, which is undoubtedly the luckiest thing for me on 20 19. Thank you for your help and support. Because of you, I have successfully completed three full marathons this year. Thank you!

Close-up display of medal map of North Malaysia:

I'm Daisy the Eastwalker. Thank you for reading this article.

Please forgive my poor writing.