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Una gran amiga

Sun, 18 Oct 2009 20:22:02 +0200

Hoy quiero hablar de una de las cosas mas especiales que me han pasado en la vida. Hace algunos días le envíe un libro a una gran amiga mía a la que le tengo mucho afecto y cariño, era un libro de Terry Pratchett. Siempre le inflo la cabeza con lo que me gustan los libros de este genial autor y ella siempre me preguntaba e incluso conseguí que leyera algo, que como era de esperar le gusto. Aquí me anoto unos puntos. ;)

El caso es que ella también busco algunas películas que yo le recomendé y para variar seguía inflandole la cabeza ;). El caso es que por caso que la realidad no puede explicar ella no podía ver el final de una de estas películas.

Pensé que seria un regalo que le gustaría, que le enviara el primer libro de la colección del mundodisco escrita por Terry Pratchett titulado “La Luz fantástica”, así que como que sabia donde lo tenían fui a comprar-lo y se lo envíe. No fue una gran sorpresa porque ella ya sospechaba, pero se que le gusto mucho recibirlo. mas de 1000 kilómetros de separación unidos por un “pequeño libro de bolsillo”.

Bien ahora viene lo que quería contar en este mensaje, que sin la introducción quizás no seria lo mismo.

Pues al cabo de unos días me llamaron al timbre, extraviado baje y me fije que estaba el cartero esperando, me sorprendió porque yo no esperaba nada. El me contó que llevaba un paquete para mi lo que aun me pareció mas extraño. Así pues cogí y mire el remitente, era de mi amiga Cinta y entonces ate cabos, pues ella es una chica muy agradecida y yo sabia que ella quería devolverme la pelota. Firme el papelito del cartero, cogí el paquete y subí a mi habitación.

No tarde en abrir el paquete con gran ilusión, no tenia ni idea de que contenía el paquete y cuando quite todo el envoltorio vi que estaba envuelto en un plástico protector, vi el titulo de el libro “ Ante la bandera” escrito por Julio Verne, uno de los mejores escritores del siglo XX. Luego cuando ya lo tenia sin el envoltorio me fije en que las paginas por el lateral tenían un color marrón y me di cuenta que era un libro antiguo con muchos años, así pues lo siguiente era mirar la contraportada y edición, era del año 1984, yo en esa época solo tenia 4 años.

Estaba sorprendido, no entendía nada y leí un papel que venia con el paquete, que a disculpa mía aun no había leído. En este cinta me contaba que este era un libro muy especial para ella, pues se lo regalo su madre cuando aun era pequeña y ella había leído infinidad de veces y le recordaban a ella.

Ella había guardado este libro durante 17 años, en perfecto estado y ahora estaba en mis manos, no podía creerlo. Creo que es el gesto mas, no se como decirlo, pero se como me sentí alabado. En estos momento ves que alguien te tiene tanto aprecio y te valora que te quedas perplejo unos minutos sin saber que hacer.

Estas personas son por las que merece la vivir y gente como ella están contadas en el mundo.

Lo siguiente que voy hacer, en cuando disponga de tiempo será leer el libro que ella me envío. durante este tiempo experimentare las mismas sensaciones que ella cuando de pequeña leía este fabuloso libro.

Finalmente después de haber sentido lo mismo que ella al leerlo, de haberme sentido tan alabado por su gesto, le devolveré este libro tal y como ella me envió.

Definitivamente no puedo aceptar algo tan importante para ella y donde este libro debe estar es con ella, ya que no puedo ser el guardián de sus sentimientos. Pero sin lugar a duda y espero que el tiempo no lo cambie, ella siempre tendrá un amigo aquí dispuesto a darle el mas cálido abrazo.

Gracias Cinta por esta muestra de afecto, como ya eh dicho antes, por ti vale la pena vivir.
Un beso y un abrazo de oso, eres genial.

A great friend

Sun, 18 Oct 2009 16:03:31 +0200

Today I want to talk about one of the most special things that
I have gone in life. A few days ago to send you a book to a dear friend of mine to whom I am very affection and affection, was a book by Terry Pratchett. Always inflate the head with what I like books of this great author and she always asked me and even
I got to read something, that as expected it taste. Here I scored some points. ;)

The fact is that she seek some movies I was recommended and vary by inflating the head ;). The fact is that if that reality can not explain she could not see the end of one of these films.

I thought it would be a gift you would like to send him the first book written Discworld Collection by Terry Pratchett called "Light fantastic", so as he knew where he had went to buy-it and I send. There was a big surprise because she suspected, but I know you love to. over 1000 km apart connected by a "small
paperback.

Well now comes what I wanted to tell in this message that without the introduction might not be the same.

Then after a few days I rang the bell, I set down and lost it was the postman waiting, I was surprised because I expected nothing. The I was carrying a package for me than even I appeared so strange. So I took and look at the sender, was my friend and then tie ribbon ends, as she is a girl very grateful and I know she wanted return the ball. Sign the note from the postman, took the package and went to my room.

Do not delay opening the package with great anticipation, I had
no idea where in the package and remove all I did see bundle that was wrapped in a plastic protector, I saw the title of the book "Facing the Flag" written by Jules Verne, one of the best writers twentieth century. Then when I had it without the wrapper I noticed that the pages down the side had a color brown and I realized it was an old book with many years, thus following the back and was looking edition of 1984 was, at that time I was just 4 years.

I was surprised, did not get it and read a paper came with the package that my apology was not yet read. In this film told me that this was a book too special to her because her mother gave it when even was small and she had read many times and I reminded her.

She had kept this book for 17 years, perfect condition and was now in my hands, I could not believe it. I think the gesture is not as it were, but as I was praised. At this time you see someone you have so much appreciation and appreciates that you stay puzzled a few minutes without knowing what to do.

These people are why people deserve to live and like her are rare in the world.

The next thing I do, when your time will read the book she sent me. during this time I experience the same feelings when she
small read this fabulous book.

Finally, after feeling like her to read, had I been so praised for his gesture, he return this book as she sent me.

I definitely can not accept something so important to it and where this book should be is with her, since no I can be the guardian of her feelings. But without to doubt and hope that time will not change, she always have a friend here willing to give the warmest hug.

Thanks tape for this show of affection, as pe said before, because you are worth living. A kiss and a bear hug, you're great.

Merce 2009 - Barcelona

Sat, 26 Sep 2009 18:37:40 +0200

Hola en esta ocasión quiero hablar de una de las mejores fiestas que eh vivido en Barcelona. Ayer tuve la ocasión de poder ver por mis propios ojos como son las fiestas de la “Mercé”.

La impresión fue muy buena, aunque vi poco pude hacerme una idea de todo lo que esta fiesta envuelve, primeramente y de forma lógica me encontré con todo el ambiente que desconocía tenia esta fiesta, donde podía ver gente de todo tipo. Ver tanta gente la verdad es que impresiona.

Primero fuimos a la Plaza de “Sant Jaume” donde hacían una reproducción de luces y colores en la pared de un edificio que causaba unos efectos visuales sorprendentes acompañados por una música no menos impresionante.

Después de presenciar un poco el espectáculo nos dirigimos a tomas algo, pero como era de esperar en la mayoría de buenos sitios para comer estaban con colas que bien hacían que a uno se le pasara el hambre. Y no estoy hablando de restaurantes a la ultima moda, sino de bares de bocadillos. Finalmente terminemos en un sitio que a la persona que me acompañaba le gusta mucho y a mi particularmente me daba bastante miedo e inseguridad. Pero pensé que si ella esta viva y a ido bastantes veces, quizás no sea tan malo. Era un restaurante o bar indio, desconozco donde podría poner este local, el caso es que me encanto la comida y perdonar por los nombres, creo que se llamaba “falafel” y como yo ya bautice “mustanoseque” no se sonaba como “mohamba” o algo así, no recuerdo el nombre pero si el sabor y de seguro que volveré a ir. También mandar un toque desde aquí a los dueños..... YA IRIA SIENDO HORA DE PONER MESAS!!! ya que solo habían bancos..... y parte de la comida caía de vez en cuando al suelo, ademas de tener de mantener la misma en la mano, por no tener donde ponerla.....

Mas tarde y con la barriga llena asistimos a el desfile de “ Besties de foc” o bestias de fuego. Genial!! no hay mas palabras para describir lo bien que estaba todo hecho, los dragones y otras bestias con pirotecnia estuvo muy logrado y sin olvidar los tamborileros que daban ese aire medieval que tanto me gusta. En la foto de este post podéis ver un dragón que participaba en el desfile.

Ya para terminar fuimos a ver algunos de los conciertos que hacían por distintas partes de Barcelona y que sinceramente no esperaba que sonaran tan bien, normalmente todo lo que hacen gratis suele ser perjudicial para la salud xDDDD. Pero en esta ocasión todo lo que pude escuchar estuvo genial.

Finalmente pues agradecer a mi amiga y casi madre adoptiva “ROSA” que me invitara a acompañarla.

Un saludo a los que leen esto y si ya se que tardo mucho en escribir nuevos post, como siempre intentare remediarlo ;).

Merce 2009 - ENGLISH

Sat, 26 Sep 2009 18:17:14 +0200

Hi this time I talk about one of the best parties wich I lived in Barcelona. Yesterday I had the opportunity you can see with my own eyes how are the holidays the "market".

The impression was very good, although I saw little me an idea of everything that surrounds this event, logically first and I found all unknown environment that had this event where he could see people of all kinds. See so many people the truth is that impressive.

First we went to the Square of Sant Jaume "where did a reproduction of light and color on the wall of a building causing some visual effects music accompanied by a no less impressive.

After witnessing the show us a little turn to take something, but as expected in the most good places to eat were with queues while doing that, one would pass the hungry. And I'm not talking about the latest fashion restaurants, but bars sandwiches. Finally end up in a place to person who accompanied me and loves me particularly I was very afraid and insecure.

But I thought that if she is alive and gone several times, may not be so bad. He was an Indian restaurant or bar, not know where I could put this place, the fact is that I love food and forgiveness through the names, I think called "falafel" and since I already baptized "mustanoseque" not sounded like "mohamba" or something, I do not remember but if the flavor name and be sure again.
Also send a hint to the owners here ..... WOULD BE THE TIME TO TABLES! as they only had banks ..... and part of the food fell from time to time to soil, besides having to keep the same in hand, as he had nowhere to put it .....

Later a full belly and attended the parade "beasts of foc" or beasts of fire. Genial! no more words to describe how good it was all Indeed, dragons and other beasts with pyrotechnics was very accomplished and not forgetting the drummers that gave the medieval air that I like so much. In the photo on this post You can see a dragon who participated in the parade.

Near the end we went to see some of the concerts that made by different parts of Barcelona and truly did not expect that sounded so good usually all they do is usually free xDDDD unhealthy. But this time all I could hear was great.

Finally thank my friend for almost mother adoptive "ROSA" invite me to accompany her.

A salute to those who read this and if it is to take long to write new post, as always intentare remedy it).

TRANSLATED BY GOOGLE

The little and awesome story of Soo

Sat, 22 Aug 2009 16:11:05 +0200

Here you are an story that my friend Dixie Guntner have sent to me. I thinks is a little lovelly story and I want to share with all of yours. She is a younger girl who like read and write and this is one of his stories.

I didn’t translate the story in Spanish because I could change some meanings of his words and expresions. This story isn’t dificult to read and I hope your enjoy it.

THANKS DIXIE FOR THIS STORY - KEEP WRITING

THE LITTLE AND AWESOME STORY OF SOO - BY DIXIE GUNTNER

Once in a small village in China there lived a young girl named Soo. Soo lived with her father but she rarely saw him. He worked as a farmer in the rice fields from dawn to dusk.

Her father would not get home until late in the evening, after Soo had already fallen asleep. Her father wasn’t a very pleasant man so he was avoided by most of the villagers. The same goes for Soo. In the village there where rumors that said that after Soo was born her mother disappeared. It was also said that her father and mother weren’t acquainted with each other to begin with. She did not believe the rumors to be true but the other villagers did. So Soo became an outcast among the society of the village.

One day Soo could tolerate it no longer. She was in her house when all of a sudden she heard some people outside talking about the rumors and how different she is. Soo ran outside to confront them. As she stopped in front of the villagers they became louder and more talkative, like they wanted her to know how much they hated her. Then she snapped. “ you think its funny. How would you like it if everyone outcastes you and treated you like dirt. People like you are all the same you cut down others that are different from you just so you can feel better about yourselves,” she yells. After the quarrel she ran into the forest crying.

Soo ran until she can not recognize the paths or the forest itself. Then in between two very large trees she falls to the ground. Tears falling from her eyes she looks around. In front of her was a third tree, but this tree seemed different some how. She crawled over to the base of its trunk and lied agents it. “ it’s not fair.. Why must I suffer for this, why must I be so different from the others,” she says out loud. Soo closes her eyes and passes out. The next thing she hears is a voice of a young man. “awaken” it said. She wakes up and rushes to her feet. Looking around she whispers to herself “I wonder what that was.” “It was me.” the voice came from behind her. She quickly turns around to see a man with blackish blue hair and deep red eyes standing on one of the branches in the tree. He appeared to be in his late teens or early twenties.

“Who are you” she asked. Jumping out of the tree to the ground in front of her he said “my name is ling” he cocked his head to the side and said. “Who might you be.” Blushing she looks down at her feet “ my name is Soo.” then all of a sudden he looks at her with concerned face. “What are you doing here so deep inside this forest. It will be quite difficult for you to get back to your village on your own.” She tightly clenches her fists “I’m not going back to the village.” “Why is that” he asks. “Because I’m sick of those people treating me like I’m a monster.” tears fall from her eyes as she speaks. He smiles as he places his hand on her cheek picking her head up to se her face. “You should not let something like that get to you. It’s true that being different from everyone is far more difficult then being similar to everybody but…” he pauses for a moment. “I believe that your difference is what makes you so breathtakingly beautiful.” He held his hand out for her. “ let me show you the way back to your village. I’m sure you don’t want to miss Moon Month.” “Okay” she replied.

As they were walking back to the village Soo couldn’t stop looking at Ling. “Is there something bothering you?” he asked. “I was wondering why you were deep inside the forest.” she retorted. He smiles at her. “Well I suppose you have right to know. I’m a dragon spirit and the guardian of those tree trees,” she looks at him confusedly. “You’re a dragon spirit?” he stops in front of her. His smile becomes more wicked. “Are you afraid of me now?” She smiles at him and continues on walking. “No, not at all” she replied. When they reach the village the sun had already fallen and the villagers were celebrating moon month. She turns to him and says “thank you very much for bringing me back here.” “ you’re very much welcome. But I must be leaving now” he replied. Her eyes swelled up with tears. “you’re going?!” he grabs her hand. “Don’t cry. Listen to me, from this day forward I’ll come and visit you every moon month and if you ever get lost in the forest again I’ll be sure to assist you. Do you understand” She nodes her head “okay.” “And one more thing when you become a young women, I want to make you my bride. I promise.” as he speaks toughs words he vanishes. On the hand that he was holding was left an image of a powerful dragon as a symbol of the promise he made, and he kept that promise. They became friends and soon after they fell in love. And so ,Soo, who was once extremely lonely, was now the wife of ,Ling, a dragon spirit.

Estudiante - Student

Tue, 11 Aug 2009 17:58:28 +0200

Hola, ya vuelvo a estar aquí, si como siempre tarde , tarde y mas tarde. No voy a prometer que seguiré escribiendo con regularidad, pero si que seria algo que me gustaría poder hacer. En referencia a mi eh estado estudiando, cosa que sigo haciendo y aunque no niego que me guste debido a su necesidad pues cada día me supone mas tiempo.

No recuerdo si comente que desde el enero estaba estudiando Inglés en la universidad para conseguir el nivel. ( no por tener el nivel voy a traducir los mensajes yo mismo xD ), pero bien eso ya termino y conseguí superar el nivel por los pelos. Luego casi una semana después me embarque en otro curso de inglés el cual era el siguiente nivel, aunque este es intensivo de un mes en el cual hay que trabajar casi como en un año. Este curso terminara en apenas una semana y media y puedo asegurar que de momento no voy hacer ningún otro curso de inglés per el momento.

Al mismo tiempo estaba haciendo un modulo de turismo “ Destinaciones Turísticas” el cual termine y supere con éxito. Ahora empiezo 2 módulos mas de turismo intensivos, los cuales no creo que sean demasiado difíciles.

Este a sido un pequeño resumen de mi temporal vida de estudiante y espero en septiembre poder estudiar algo de música, algún día conseguiré tocar el piano y que suene una melodía y no rayos y truenos como pasa a veces.

Como novedad en la web eh incluido una nueva sección llamada “Downloads” , donde podréis descargar algunos archivos que os pueden gustar. También se ha actualizado la radio y se han añadido algunas canciones. Espero que os gusten.

Próximamente ( espero que sea verdad ) voy a escribir acerca de una historia que me envío una amiga mía y también tengo pensado escribir algo sobre la obra de Terry Pratchett del cual podéis descargar algunos relatos, desde la zona de descarga.

Un saludo.

10k Corte Ingles ENGLISH

Tue, 11 Aug 2009 17:48:56 +0200

This time I want to talk about the 31 career English Court held in Barcelona on May 24, 2009.

I would firstly like to thank and congratulate my friend Oscar was able to join me finish the stage, the truth is not quite sure if it would reach the final, a final that was nearly 11 miles away.

It was the first time participating in an event of this kind and the truth is that one is eager to repeat.

At first I did not know where to go or where they go out, fish or 51,000 people participating in what seemed rather an anthill. We were a little warmer in Passeig de Gracia where participants take the exit "Chip" which if those competing.

Minutes later to ask a member of the organization to discover where we needed to take the exit. We replied that from the square to turn the head and saw that there was the anthill, then the idea was clear: well-positioned going to try to leave as soon as possible.

We went over there, there were people of all ages and genders, people who looked very athlete and other athletes not least that it took a bit of humor. I remember a man about 50 years old (forgive me if that is the youngest) who wore clothes with a fully-style tables at the formula 1. I remember being impressed me detect and clear and gave me a smile, the truth is that the look had achieved most of all who attended there I would look, checkered pants, checkered shirt, footwear was also Tables I and a checkered cap. Then I set that even his wallet was made with the fabric and Mista Do not believe that it really seemed to carnival not appeared.

Well we continue, and missing just a few minutes to start the last stretch and we did try to connect my miCoach (personal trainer style Nike + iPod) to see statistics on the race. He said that the attempt Pulse accidentally runs out of battery at that time so I only had data on pedometer to measure steps.

2 minutes to begin with, all ready and eager to start and leave the anthill PAAAAM!, Gun and the body placed inside the circuit. In the first 100 meters was a small stand with some important figures of Barcelona, I remember seeing the face of the mayor (I thought I could not go back to sleep remembering the face), after that horrific memories started to run along with Oscar and start dodge people trying to go the pack as soon as possible. We saw many people coming out of the course and passing above the sidewalks, but we did because the first kilometers were really like sardines.

The first 2 miles were really easy to maintain an average rate and dodging people all the time, the truth is that it was fun. After a few meters Oscar began to waver as the custom is not out to run 11 miles often. Try to slow the pace, without stopping to recover but the forces were quite tired and decided it was best to separate us, then I told him.
-See you in the end, I hope you come
I replied with a doubtful face and not knowing if he could get to the end if clear, perform a little water so I gave him a water reservoir which was, I wish you luck, I gave him a hand and there we separemos. I started to run as fast as she asked the crowd, jumping on the pavement dodging people now faster than before following the 3-4 miles were tough going through 1 km of the road and act Aragon next turning right could see the monumental plaza de toros in the vast Plaza Spain, looked at my face in the 2 towers across the vast plaza that were one on each side of the road and were the entrance to the mountain of Montjuic.

Now came the hard part of the 3-kilometer race the hardest we had to climb through the mountains surrounding the Olympic stadium, which could already see in front of me at the top of the mountain, so close yet so far, because if hubiéremos ido straight up stairs was a time, but that did not happen. We had to surround the stadium, or what is right before the stairs to the right giremos and began an endless slope that seemed to reach the first roundabout (which was the 5 km or 6) as I saw many people are left behind , one can say that more than half of those who were there at that time stopped running and started walking.
The slope was very hard and gave us water bottles on the sides of the road.
After a while to reach the stadium, which was my surprise when we crossed over on the inside. I felt like the best of athletes entering the stadium led by the PA system and even without being the first to go I felt like the first.

Go to the athletics track where he had run the best athletes of the world in 1992 where he currently trains and play the "RCD Spanish," is certainly something I will never forget. Although the stands were empty, turn my head focused on the crowd of runners who were going through the stage, we return to the athletics track and then going through the exit of the stadium through a tunnel at the time was a funnel through which already not happening or a pin.

After passing the exit and the next part of the journey was much easier to stretch a little further down about 2 miles of line. The last effort.

I already wanted to get to the finish line as fast as possible and my legs hurt a lot, felt every muscle working, but I was little and still feel great pain that still run even if eh was going faster than at first.

Finally, turn the last bend and saw a sign that he KM10 and later the arrival of the arc with the sign "GOAL" and just below a timer which crossed at 01:08:? had finally ended, even as one of the best experiences of my life, to develop the sweat was just amazing but I pause to feel good.

Then after a while my friend Oscar Cruz in the time trial 01:22:? . Frankly it was quite scared if you have reached or would have to start running in the opposite direction to find him xD.

So when it seemed all over, we realized that they were disputing a 100 meters race. It was the best way to end the day a 100 meters race 1 vs 1 in which I ran against my friend. cross the cone in 16:40 and 16:70 where I could win with more difficulties than I expected.

It was harder just the 100 that the race of 11 kilometers, for me. Completed this test we went to kentaky to eat something.

Without a doubt an experience that I hope to repeat next year.

Hey wanted to explain this day as if it were a chapter of the novel to try the same thing I felt when crossing the finish line. And not being the first to feel like a winner.

10k Corte Ingles 09

Tue, 26 May 2009 19:11:12 +0200

En esta ocasión quiero hablar sobre la 31 carrera El Corte Ingles que tuvo lugar en Barcelona el pasado 24 de mayo de 2009.

En primer lugar quiero agradecer y felicitar a mi amigo Oscar que me acompaño consiguió terminar la etapa, la verdad es que no estaba muy seguro si llegaría al final, un final que estaba a casi 11 kilómetros de distancia.

Fue la primera vez que participábamos en un evento de este tipo y la verdad es que uno se queda con ganas de repetir.

Al principio no sabíamos ni donde ir ni de donde salir, pes bien con 51000 personas participando aquello parecía mas bien un hormiguero. Estuvimos calentando un poco en paseo de gracia donde tomaban la salida los participantes “chipados” que esos si competían.

Minutos mas tarde preguntemos a un miembro de la organización para descubrir desde donde debíamos de tomar la salida. Nos respondió que desde la plaza y al girar la cabeza pudimos ver el hormiguero que allí había, entonces la idea era clara: intentar colocarse bien pasa salir lo antes posible.

Nos dirigimos hacia allí, había gente de todas las edades y géneros, gente que se veía muy deportista y otras que no menos deportistas que se lo tomaban con un poco mas de humor. Recuerdo un hombre de unos 50 años de edad ( que me perdone si es mas joven ) que vestía con una ropa totalmente a cuadros al mas puro estilo formula 1. Recuerdo que me quede impresionado y claro me detecto y me regalo una sonrisa, la verdad es que tenia el look mas logrado de todos los que allí asistían me atrevería a lucir, pantalones a cuadros, camiseta a cuadros, el calzado también era a cuadros creo y una gorra a cuadros. Luego me fije que incluso su cartera estaba hecha con la mista tela y no creáis que parecía de carnaval porque realmente no lo parecía.

Bueno continuemos, ya faltaban tan solo unos minutos para empezar hicimos los últimos estiramientos e intente conectar mi “miCoach” ( entrenador personal al estilo nike + iPod) para poder ver una estadística de la carrera. Y dijo intente porque el pulsometro por casualidad se quedo sin pila en ese momento por lo que solo tuve datos el podómetro que sirve para medir los pasos.

2 minutos para empezar, todos preparados y con ganas de arrancar y salir del hormiguero PAAAAM!!!, pistoletazo de salida y toda la masa introduciendo en el interior del circuito. En los primeros 100 metros había una pequeña grada con algunos personajes importantes de Barcelona, recuerdo ver la cara del alcalde ( no pensé que pudiera volver a dormir tranquilo recordando ese rostro ), después de ese terrorífico recuerdo empece a correr junto con Oscar y empecemos a esquivar gente intentando avanzar al pelotón lo antes posible. Veíamos mucha gente saliendo del recorrido y pasando por encima las aceras, aunque nosotros también lo hicimos porque el primer kilometro estábamos realmente como sardinas.

Los primeros 2 kilómetros fueron realmente fáciles manteniendo un ritmo medio y esquivando personas a cada momento, la verdad es que fue muy divertido. Al cabo de unos metros Oscar empezó a flaquear puesto que el no tiene por costumbre salir a correr 11 kilómetros a menudo. Intentemos bajar el ritmo sin parar para recuperar fuerzas pero el estaba bastante cansado y decidimos que lo mejor era separarnos, entonces le dije.
-Nos vemos en el final, espero que llegues
El me respondió con una cara dudosa como sin saber si podría llegar al final
-Si claro, prestare un poco de agua por eso
Le di una reserva de agua que llevaba, le desee suerte, le di la mano y allí nos separemos. empece a correr lo mas rápido que pide entre la multitud, saltando por las aceras esquivando gente ahora a mas velocidad que antes lo siguientes 3- 4 kilómetros no fueron difíciles atravesando 1 kilometro de la calle Aragón y acto siguiente girando a la derecha podía ver la plaza monumental de toros en la inmensa Plaza España, ante mi veía en frente las 2 torres inmensas que cruzando la plaza estaban una a cada lado de la carretera y eran la puerta de entrada a la montaña de montjuic.

Ahora venia la parte dura de la carrera los 3 kilómetros mas duros, teníamos de subir la montaña rodeando pasando por el estadio olímpico, el cual ya podía ver en frente mío en lo alto de la montaña, tan cerca pero tan lejos, porque si hubiéremos ido de frente subiendo escaleras hubiera sido un momento, pero eso no fue así. Teníamos que rodear el estadio, o lo que es lo mismo justo antes de las escaleras giremos a la derecha y empezó una cuesta que parecía interminable al llegar a la primero glorieta ( que era el kilometro 5 o 6 ) Vi como mucha gente se quedaba atrás, se puede decir que mas de la mitad de los que en aquel momento estaban allí dejaron de correr y empezaron a andar.
La cuesta era muy dura y nos daban botellas de agua en los laterales de la carretera.
Al cabo de un rato llegue a el estadio, cual fue mi sorpresa que tendríamos de atravesarlo por dentro. Ya me sentía como el mejor de los atletas entrando el estadio animado por la megafonía y aun sin ser de los primeros en entrar me sentía como si fuera el primero.

Al recorrer la pista de atletismo donde habían corrido los mejores atletas del mundo en el año 1992 y donde a día de hoy entrena y juego el “RCD Español”, es algo que sin duda no olvidare nunca. Aunque las gradas estaban vacías gire mi cabeza enfocada la multitud de corredores que estábamos atravesando el estadio, dimos la vuelta a la pista de atletismo y luego atravesemos la salida del estadio a través de un túnel que en ese momento era un embudo por el cual ya no pasaba ni un alfiler.

Una vez pasada la salida ya la siguiente parte del recorrido fue mucho mas fácil un pequeño tramo de bajada seguido de unos 2 kilómetros de recta. El ultimo esfuerzo.

Reconozco que ya deseaba llegar a la meta tan rápido como fuera posible y mis piernas me dolían muchísimo, notaba cada músculo trabajar, pero ya quedaba poco y aun sintiendo ese gran dolor seguía corriendo eh incluso aun iba mas rápido que al principio.

Finalmente, gire la ultima curva y pude ver un cartel que ponía KM10 y mas adelante el el arco de llegada con el letrero “ META “ y justo debajo un cronometro el cual atravesé en 01:08:?? por fin había terminado, que aun ser una de las mejores experiencias de mi vida, el sudor que desarrolle justo al detenerme era increíble pero me hacia sentir bien.

Luego al cabo de un rato mi amigo Oscar cruzo el crono en 01:22:?? . Sinceramente estaba bastante asustado por si habría conseguido llegar o si tendría de empezar a correr en dirección contraria para encontrarle xD.

Y bien cuando parecía todo terminado, nos dimos cuenta de que se estaban disputando una carrera de 100 metros. Fue la mejor manera de acabar el día una carrera de 100 metros 1 vs 1 en el cual corrí contra mi amigo. crucemos el cono en 16:40 y 16:70 donde
pude ganar con mas dificultades de las que esperaba.

Fue mas dura la carrera de 100 meros que la carrera de 11 kilómetros, para mi. Terminado esta prueba nos dirigimos al kentaky para comer algo.

Sin lugar a duda una experiencia que espero repetir el siguiente año.

Eh querido explicar este día como si fuera el capitulo de una novela para intentar que sintierais lo mismo que yo al cruzar la meta. Y sin ser el primero sentirse como un ganador.