💥 𝗜 - 𝗮𝗹𝗺𝗼𝘀𝘁 - 𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗽𝗹𝗲𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝗮𝗻 𝘂𝗹𝘁𝗿𝗮-𝗺𝗮𝗿𝗮𝘁𝗵𝗼𝗻 🏅
𝘴𝘱𝘰𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘭𝘦𝘳𝘵: 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘪𝘵 𝘪𝘴; 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘯𝘥!
Time from start to (almost) finish: 457 (1st stage) + 204 (2nd stage) days. Yes, a grueling 661 days! Warm-up excluded.
I stood at the starting line with trepidation, but I felt ready. Well-trained and prepared, both physically and mentally.
My club was supportive. This could be big. Expectations were high. A first of its kind.
The pace at the beginning was steady. Knowing the gargantuan way ahead. The team was solid, with complementary skills and experience. And unassailable motivation and commitment.
I was ready for the mountains to climb and rivers to cross. But the additional hurdles and pitfalls added to the course, they were nowhere to be found in the race briefing. Unnecessary burdens, I felt.
Along the way, many people cheered. Some observed, skeptic. A few discouraged me bluntly. Worse, others were outright cynical. "Why bother?", they asked.
Approaching the end, after enduring the colossal effort. I could already hear the music and the crowd. Unexpectedly, the organisers moved the finish line a few 100km further. Or so it seemed, at least.
Never mind. I need to finish this. I want to finish this. Regrouping and continuing. I am no longer running. No longer walking. Just crawling. Pushed forward only by the prospect of getting this over and done with.
Now I am almost there, surely. Just a few more kilometers to go. Doable.
Suddenly, a race official stops me. An external body, in a dubious ruling, declared my license invalid. "But I had passed all the formalities with the club, association and organisers", I argued. "Nothing can be done, sorry Sir". I am taken off the race and will never see the finisher medal.
The organisers feel for me. They offer that I enter the next race, given all the sacrifices already made. Lying on the floor. Body, mind and soul shattered. Do I really want to do this again? Not now. Definitely not now. And especially not under those conditions. Evolution theory says, with time, only the positive memory remains. Let's see.
With a little distance, there is a lot of good things about this journey though. The team and support. The conviction and drive, the grit and resilience. And most importantly, the welcome in the countries of me trip.
For now, I pass on the baton.
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The story above isn't about running. It is about accessing #climatefinance to deploy it where it is needed the most. Astonishingly, it is based on facts. We ought to do better. As we deal with the lengthy, convoluted and unpredictable processes of the current climate finance architecture, people lose their livelihood, are displaced or die.
Great stuff. I wonder if it can be used in paraolympics in the future. And what other technologies will change the way sport for people with disabilities works. Looking forward to see new solutions in 4 years in LA :-)