Throughout the weekend I had been hearing from my Spanish friends that they were running a "marathon" on Sunday and when we were walking around Monjuiic yesterday I saw all these signs with numbers on it which I assumed had to do with said "marathon."
After we came home from the Olympic stadiums yesterday, I decided to research what this "marathon" was all about.
This is what I found:
The run was only a 10k, some "marathon" and it was put on by El Corte Ingles. The huge store that they have in Spain which are about on every block. The store has 6 floors with everything from Chanel to pencils: they have EVERYTHING. If you hadn't guessed by the name yet, it also has many common American things, so when I miss home, Corte Ingles is where I head. I usually make a weekly visit to buy my peanut butter for my PB&J's I eat every day for lunch, mmmmmm, nothings ever tasted so good.Anyway, the race was free and I had until Saturday night until 9:30 to sign up.
So, after our afternoon festivities we headed to Corte Ingles to register for the run. I was the only one who wanted to do it because all of my friends were either 1 going to be too hungover or 2 too lazy to even try. My roommate also registered just because, in theory she wanted to do it, but it was highly unlikely that she would wake up. That's alright, I was fine with running it by myself anyway.
Later that night one of my friends Natasha had a change of heart and ended up taking my roommates number and running it with me.
We met in front of the ISA office at 9:15 and walked over to the starting line, ready for the race to begin.
The race had over 80,000 people running it, so you can imagine the chaos there was. The gun went off at 9:30, but we didn't get to the starting line and start running until 9:45 because of the amount of people running. Then, we were off, a whole 6.5 miles ahead of us.
We started running, and for whatever reason, I just never stopped. I ran the. whole. way!!! 6.5 miles!!!! And it only took 80 minutes!!! The course started at the main plaza in Barcelona, went up Monjuiic, through the Olympic track stadium, down and around Monjuiic, and then finished at the same plaza.
This was such a great accomplishment for me. Not only did I just run 6.5 miles, but I hadn't even trained for it. My body and mind felt so great afterward, the feeling was indescribable. I was on such a runners high. I was so proud of myself for not only doing it, but running the whole way too!
After the run, I got back to the apartment around 12 to find my roommate still in bed, fast asleep.
What did you do with your Sunday morning?
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