The Finish Line

For me, the finish line is magical. I often reach the line, healthy but am a shambles once I’m on the other side of it.

Three people told me I looked good in the last half mile of SBIM, but once I crossed the line everyone was concerned. June even ran up to me to help me… Then I sat down until I vomited.

And that’s not a unique occurrence. In my first 15K I ran fairly normally, but was unable to walk once I crossed the line — somewhere in the race I had acquired a stress fracture in my pelvis — and I’m sure that didn’t happen in that last step.

In many marathons and ultras I pretty much have collapsed with dehydration — once I cross the line.

Something happens during a race and I don’t notice pain or other problems, but once I finish I am finished.

The French word for the finish line is arrivée — arrival — which, to me, an English speaker, has completely different connotations. “Arrival” seems to focus on what comes next rather than what has been. It ignores the race that has happened in favor of — well, I’m not sure what.

Perhaps I’d race better in France.

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2 Responses to “The Finish Line”

  1. Adger Says:

    It’s true about the French word. “What’s wrong?” is asked with the verb “arriver” if I remember correctly.

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