12,5 degrees Celcius, strong wind and rain, rain, rain. Those were the weather circumstances yesterday at Amsterdam Airport Schiphol, where the Wheel is spinning. Driving there, I was a bit intimidated by the weather, and the idea of running in a new way (normally I do not play hamster when I run). But as soon as we got there we got greeted with a big hello and an equally big smile from a happy runner that didn’t seem to have a dry spot left on his body, and I knew I was about to have some fun. I warmed up on a bike, and hopped in the Wheel with him, where he explained to me he wanted to do a little marathon, but he promised his daughter he’d be back in time for dinner, so he was only doing a half marathon. My wussyness was growing by the minute, with my one hour run…
This friendly runner also explained to me, that especially since the founder stopped running daily marathons out of personal reasons, they’re having a pretty tough time keeping the Wheel going. This news, in combination of course with me feeling like a wussy, and the fact that one of my brothers had the luminous idea of sponsoring me per kilometer, I decided to stay longer.
After one hour my friendly running friend had had enough, and I was there alone. No, not alone, I had my sweet wife with me, under her umbrella, in the cold and pouring rain. I was completely wet, getting tired and cold, and actually kind of having a great time. Kilometer after kilometer I was enjoying myself, talking to people that just wanted to say hello, or say good luck, ask what this is for, or tell me I should get inside, because the weather wasn’t very nice. The cool thing was, that no matter what people came to ask or say, it was all friendly, interested and nice.
The last 20 minutes of my second hour I was looking at my watch every two minutes, which is never a good sign. I haven’t run a distance that long in a while, and I wasn’t prepared for it, so I was struggling at the end. After two hours and 23 kilometers, I stopped. I was cold, tired, my muscles in my legs and back were stiff, but I felt like I did what I could for now. I’m happy that now the people that sponsored me can at least really feel like it’s been their money’s worth!
I am writing this the morning after my run, and since I woke up this morning, I am trying to find one spot in my legs that’s not sore. I am still looking. I would like to say a big thank you to my parents, my brothers and their partners, my friends Mark and Niels, Bas Smit, OYL’s Lonneke and my wife for the support! More than 400 euro will go to the Wheel of Energy!
As soon as I can stand up without making old-man-noises, I’ll let you know.