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A Marathon Odyssey
Ogan Gurel
5 November 1990
wasn't getting any better and the marathon was the next
ate some muffins and bananas for breakfast, and had my first
but to what point? My mind seemed detached, not only from the
other runners but also from my own body. As we got off the
in, video cameras recorded our presence and detached from all
to drink water.
felt so alone.
bend my knee. Was this the miracle I was hoping for? Twenty
cannon went off. The race had begun. I was running in the
alone.
After about 100 yards, even before reaching the actual start
ahead of me. Thousands, young men, old men, young women, old
marathon.
Along the long stretch along 4th avenue, the crowds were
Looking over to the left, I saw the Twin Towers of the World
Now in full stride I made it over the bridge and began the
and burst into Manhattan feeling like the phoenix had just
risen.
minutes per mile faster than the group I was in. I put myself
had said they would be somewhere along 1st avenue and felt
blister pop and it suddenly seemed that there was now much
depletion.
with the sweat and grime of 23 miles. The last few hills in
the park were brutal for most; but still dizzy with joy, I
moved strongly through them. But the miles did seem awfully
long. "When the hell was this going to finish" I asked myself
to me. Just after the 24-mile mark, I took up the pace, maybe
Along the southern edge of the park, I took the left hand
running too fast to catch them head on, and as I looked back
crowd yell above the din: "looking great! two, four, four,
felt good as I whipped around the turn back into the park.
on the road, the runners groping, grasping for the finish and
felt like all the world were brothers. 200 yards from the