It’s been years since I did a road marathon. My preparation wasn’t too brilliant (read: it sucked). I was full of doubts the past weeks. Sjaak Afhaak popped up in my dreams at night. He whispered to me when I was at work. He shouted at me when I was training. He snook up on me in the shower, telling me things like: ‘You’re never gonna make it. Do yourself a favor and cancel this whole thing’.
But I don’t like Sjaak Afhaak at all. So I didn’t listen to the darn jerk. I stood at the startline of the marathon, determined to finish it.
At 35 K I asked for a bit of elastic tape. Look at this to see what you get in Amsterdam when asking for a piece of tape. It was the whole stock of the academic hospital nearby, I suppose. That took a while, too.