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At the weekend there was the annual reykjavik marathon. We have for the last few years made it a habit to pull on the running shoes and "group jog", each according to their abilities. Eirikur and I were ambitious this year and in a rash fit of temporary insanity, or prehaps elevated goal setting, signed ourselves up for 10 kms, whilst Anna and Sandra went for the three.
The lead up to the race was nerve racking because we both knew deep down in side that we had not trained enough and were antipicating something quite difficult, and lets face it, uncomfortable. We set off, though, in good heart with a plan to take it steady and run Eiriks race. We took the first five kms steady and were suprised when we reached the halfway water stop and felt just fine !!! We carried on in the same vein, spirits lifted by all the fabulous supporters who cheered us on, and before we new it we had rounded the old Ellingsen house (now demolished), flashed past Grill House Guðmundurs and were turing the corner into the home straight. Both old and young'uns had some puff left over for a final spirit, Eirik crossing the line half a stride ahead of his father with a respectable time of 1 hr and 16 mins.
We like powerade and medals... but wait... thats not all, because we arrived just in time to warm up for the 3 km run. Since we were already dressed for it.......
Sandra did a good job, especially with the down hill sprints thrown in. Everyone crossed the finish line and everyone got a medal. But I think the real reward was the hot meat and sauce sandwich which we had on the way home.
At the weekend there was the annual reykjavik marathon. We have for the last few years made it a habit to pull on the running shoes and "group jog", each according to their abilities. Eirikur and I were ambitious this year and in a rash fit of temporary insanity, or prehaps elevated goal setting, signed ourselves up for 10 kms, whilst Anna and Sandra went for the three.
The lead up to the race was nerve racking because we both knew deep down in side that we had not trained enough and were antipicating something quite difficult, and lets face it, uncomfortable. We set off, though, in good heart with a plan to take it steady and run Eiriks race. We took the first five kms steady and were suprised when we reached the halfway water stop and felt just fine !!! We carried on in the same vein, spirits lifted by all the fabulous supporters who cheered us on, and before we new it we had rounded the old Ellingsen house (now demolished), flashed past Grill House Guðmundurs and were turing the corner into the home straight. Both old and young'uns had some puff left over for a final spirit, Eirik crossing the line half a stride ahead of his father with a respectable time of 1 hr and 16 mins.
We like powerade and medals... but wait... thats not all, because we arrived just in time to warm up for the 3 km run. Since we were already dressed for it.......
Sandra did a good job, especially with the down hill sprints thrown in. Everyone crossed the finish line and everyone got a medal. But I think the real reward was the hot meat and sauce sandwich which we had on the way home.
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