Flobits

The worst are the days before it. What if I weren’t fit? What if I didn’t sleep well? Oh, I need to go a day before I planned it. Do I really need this? Why am I doing it, again? You’re running it in your head and it goes well, until you’ve lost track of yourself and can’t tell how many kilometres you’ve covered. It’s like disappearing in the haze.  Anxiety? Plenty of it, smug grinning and awaiting for its nemesis: the first step.                      And amid all these cheers, flag waving and tears, we sailed off to Gallipoli…                 Was it Moscow or Los Angeles? I was little at that time, so it must have been Moscow then. 1980, the Olympic games. My first encounter with a marathon race. I had no idea what happened - they broadcast only pieces of the race, thanks God, it’s boring as hell to watch a full one - but I do recall how the winner got a blanket over his shoulders at the end of the race. Space blankets, they call them nowadays. Made of some material used by NASA, henc