
It was the first time I ran a road race, and I did it in my Vibram Fivefingers, aka almost barefooted. Along the way and even before the race start I got several compliments on my choice of "shoes." Some could not believe I was going to run the race in those, and some were interested in buying a pair themselves. A bit after 20 kilometers of running, a young runner that I had just passed sped up to catch me and said "that's gotta hurt!" "It doesn't. I love it," I replied.
By 28 kilometers, it did hurt. That was the only time when I thought of not making it to the finish line. But with only 2 more kilometers to go, I knew I was going to make it. The last 1,5 kilometers were euphoric. I wasn't going for a time, really, just thought that I would probably do it in about 2:50. At 20k I saw my time was around 1:44 and realized that I'm doing even better than I expected.
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