italki - My First Marathon Part 1 - http://www.italki.com/entry/463347 Part 2

Oleg Stepo

My First Marathon Part 1 - http://www.italki.com/entry/463347 Part 2 - http://www.italki.com/entry/463865 By his leading, we were climbing higher and higher. Buildings were finished and we started moving through tightly packed bushes. The road went deeper and deeper in the wood. Suddenly, the road turned into the trail. The car stopped. It became clear that the car would not move further. All of us, except a female doctor, got out the car and ended up in dense nettle bushes. “Take this! Spies!” the conductor thought and said, “This way seems to be wrong”. Then he rapidly walk trough trees towards the start area. Having left the driver and the doctor to phone for the Marathon organizer, two men and I went to looking for the start camp, too. Our conductor had been a shadow among branches by that time. We had no idea where we were and where to go. It was about 15 minutes before starting. Approximately guessing our concealed conductor’s direction we eventually came across a large group of people in shorts and running shoes. We were just in time for group picture taking and a short prestart briefing. I had to piss and register. I ran to the registration desk, gave 100 rubles ($3) to the female referee, quick apply a registration form and, at last, got my number. It was 32. I was affixing it standing on the start line. That’s all. We lined on the line waiting for a command. Go! (To be continued…)

Aug 20, 2014 1:26 PM

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My First Marathon

Part 1 - http://www.italki.com/entry/463347
Part 2 - http://www.italki.com/entry/463865

By With his leading, we were climbing higher and higher. We passed the buildings were finished and we started moving through tightly packed bushes. The road went deeper and deeper into the woods. Suddenly, the road turned into the trail. The car stopped. It became clear that the car would not move further. All of us, except for a female doctor, got out of the car and ended up in dense nettle bushes. “Take this! Spies!” the conductor thought and said, “This way seems to be wrong”. Then he rapidly walked through trees towards the start area. Having left the driver and the doctor to phone for the marathon organizer, the two men and I went to looking for the start camp, {marshalling area} too. Our conductor had been a shadow among branches by that time. We had no idea where we were and where to go.

It was about 15 minutes before starting. Approximately Guessing approximately the direction of our concealed {better to say "hidden" here} conductor,’s direction we eventually came across a large group of people in shorts and running shoes. We were just in time for the group picture taking and a short prestart briefing. I had to piss and register. I ran to the registration desk, gave 100 rubles ($3) to the female referee, quickly apply filled out a registration form and, at last, got my number. It was 32. I was affixing it while standing on the start line. That’s all. We lined up on the line waiting for a command.

Go!

(To be continued…)