This morning, jet lagged and awake, the young boy and I stepped out to a rainy Berlin. It was quiet and empty.
Save for the barricades near Brandenburg Gate, it would be impossible to tell that today was the final of the Euro Cup.
With several detours and unsure of where we were going, we managed to find our way down the Tiergarten. We posed for a quick selfie at the Gate – that has marathon connotations for me – having run the marathon here a few years ago – as also that anyone in long distance knows that Berlin is probably the Mecca of world records broken.
I dropped him back at the famous Ku’damm avenue and turned around for another loop to close off the Sunday long run.
The evening events at the Euro Cup were as exciting as could be but what caught my eye and attention was the players warming up before the match. The drills, stretches, near acrobatic moves, power surges of athleticism, activity and action – this is the way to warm up. I showed this to the young boy who nodded but I could tell was only waiting for the match to begin.
Writing about Running 