A aventura da primeira Maratona
Autor: Renato Ribeiro | Publicado: 2011-07-23T20:33:00-07:00

TweetarVocê vai conferir uma série de vídeos e comentários da minha primeira maratona, disputada no dia 17 de julho de 2011, no Rio de Janeiro. Vencer os 42.195 metros não foi uma tarefa fácil. Precisei de me preparar muito bem, física e psiquicamente. Tive de administrar as minhas passadas com cautela ao longo do percurso. O cenário, assim como a torcida, foram essenciais para o desfecho vitorioso da prova. Aprendi que, conforme disse Lance Armstrong, a dor é temporária, mas a glória é eterna. Bem, agora deixo as imagens, aliadas aos comentários, falarem por eles próprios. Espero que goste dessa tremenda aventura na Cidade Maravilhosa. 



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Chegada ao Recreio dos Bandeirantes, onde tudo é festa. Mas estou muito, muito apreensivo, mas também emocionado. Uma energia arrebatadora toma conta de mim. É dada a largada para a primeira maratona da minha vida.



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O início de prova é muito tranquilo. Ainda continuo arrepiado, e estou em um ritmo cadenciado porque sei que tenho administrar, afinal a prova chega apenas no seu terceiro quilômetro e eu preciso rodar muito chão ainda.



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 O visual da Barra da Tijuca é impagável. No momento, estou no km 6, e a prova ainda é uma festa que só. Entra um pouco de protetor solar no olho, que arde, mas nada para assustar. Sinto dores, só que dores imaginárias.



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Altura do km 10, ainda na Barra, graças a Deus sem dor alguma. O calor começa a ficar forte. E vale reiterar que o visual é perfeito. Sem sombra de dúvidas, estou em uma das maratonas mais lindas do mundo!



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O cansaço bate forte no km 14. Mas nada para assustar, afinal o objetivo era testar a si próprio, física e psiquicamente. O ritmo continua cadenciado, e o gel de carboidrato, bem próprio para o momento, ajuda a maximizar a minha energia. Ademais, aprendo a importância dos dois goles de água numa maratona. 



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No quilômetro 17, ainda na Barra, a maratona continua em um ritmo tranquilo, apesar de o calor e o cansaço já serem bastante intensos. Como se trata de uma estreia, a principal meta é completar a prova. A função cardiorrespiratória está muito boa. No entanto, o medo se concentra nas articulações.



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Seu Raimundo, um índio muito maluco do Ceará, que corre 42 km descalço - sim, é isso mesmo: descalço - aparece no meu caminho! É a sua 19ª maratona. Também encontro a Milena, de São Paulo, que assim como eu corre a sua primeira maratona. Metade da prova quase é cumprida - faltam mais 21 km.



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Primeira metade da prova cumprida, e eu estou de bem com o corpo e a mente. Nesse momento, deixo a Barra. No percurso, encontro Patrícia, 43, na 16ª maratona. O km 22 está perto, e a prova começa a ficar pesada.



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No km 23, o visual ainda me impressiona. No meu caminho, me deparo com um exemplo de superação: Francisco Carlos, 53, de Santos, na 4ª maratona, que emagreceu 67 quilos. A Maria Aparecida, 57, de Macaé, também deixa um alô...



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Um túnel, uma ópera, um efeito especial. O êxtase. A transcendência do espírito para um mundo nunca visto. Um barato que poucos, pouquíssimos, devem sentir. É a maratona, que pra lá do km 25 começa a assustar de verdade.



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Chego em São Conrado, e o km é o 26. No momento, começo a brigar com a minha mente. Mas visualizo coisas boas: as pessoas que gosto e as realizações pessoais e profissionais. Avisto Renato, meu xará, que me confirma o que todos sabemos: BH é um lugar lindo e privilegiado.



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Agora, no km 28, é válido ressaltar: crianças, uma maratona não é brincadeira. É necessário um forte preparo físico e psíquico. De verdade! Começo a sentir dor, muita dor.



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Há pouco, estava na Barra, e agora chego no Morro do Vidigal. O contraste entre o rico e o pobre. Estou na altura do km 29, onde encontro Daniel, que me deixa uma citação para toda a vida: "A dor é temporária. A glória é eterna." A frase é de Lance Armstrong. Sim, corrida também é cultura...



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Enfim, chego ao km 30 e conheço um limite do meu corpo e da minha mente inédito. Uma sensação indescritível que eu divido com o Fernando, que me dá uma força enorme! Estou quase no Leblon...



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Entro no Leblon, e estou quase no km 32. A energia da galera é sensacional, mas a coisa começa a ficar feia. Uma companheira nada agradável chega em definitivo para fazer parte da minha maratona: a cãibra.



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Quilômetro 32. Faltam pouco mais de 10 km. O joelho não dói, mas a panturrilha queima. A praia está cheia no Leblon, mas não dá para conversar muito porque eu estou no limite.



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Cãibra, no momento, é mato. Quase em Ipanema, eu rezo por um posto de hidratação. Um pernambucano figurassa, com 15 maratonas nas costas, incluindo Nova York, ameniza o meu cansaço. Km 33 à vista...



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O índio, descalço, me ultrapassou. Sem chances de acompanhar ele. Nem era para filmar nesse momento, mas não posso perder essa figura. Chego ao posto 9, em Ipanema, quase no km 34. É o início do fim da maratona.



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O cartaz do garotinho diz: aguenta firme. Eu me emociono. Sim, eu posso, eu vou aguentar, afinal já estou quase no km 34. Mas é muito sentimento misturado, como o medo e a coragem. Será que vou aguentar?



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Chego em Copacabana. Mal consigo conversar. A minha irmã me aguarda. Dói tudo, mas estou bem. Uma cãibra forte tenta me derrubar. O pensamento agora, acima de tudo, tem de ser positivo. E o ritmo se impõe leve, bem leve, porque eu não estava muito preparado para o desafio. A perna está muito pesada, mas eu preciso seguir. Ganho isotônico, banana e mexerica e vou...



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Sinto muita dor. Cãibra demais. Mas o fato de ver minha irmã no Copa Palace me deixa um pouco mais animado. Estou quase no km 37 e eu não tenho muita força pra ficar conversando.



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Vejo minha irmã. A energia dela me deu um gás que eu nem sabia que existia. São muitas descobertas. Mas nessa hora não tenho o que falar. Não dá para falar. Sinto muita dor, especialmente cãibra.



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km 38 à vista. Medo de não aguentar. Pensamentos ruins invadem a minha mente. Mas eu sei que sou forte e, por isso, pensei: "se cheguei nos 38, vou até os 42". Sim, e eu segui mesmo, apesar dos limites físico e psíquico.



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Finalmente, chego ao Km 40, e eu só vou continuar porque faltam apenas dois quilômetros. Numa boa, eu não tenho mais força para continuar. É muita dor. Eu não estou legal. Mas de repente tenho um insight e me animo: só faltam 2 km. SÓ FALTAM 2 KM!



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Plaquinha do km 41, e eu nem acredito. Nessa hora eu não entendo mais nada. Uma cãibra, a mais forte de todas, quase me travou totalmente. Mas agora só falta 1 km, né?! Não dava para desistir a essa altura da batalha...



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São apenas 200 metros para o fim, eu mal posso acreditar. É a liberdade, a glória, o êxtase. Que alegria, que emoção, que loucura. Mas também é muita dor. Muita, muita mesmo. Chego a um lugar que achei que nunca conseguiria. Me arrepio até neste momento em que escrevo. A minha vida, definitivamente, nunca mais será a mesma. SIM, EU VENCI. AGORA EU SOU UM MARATONISTA. COM 4h08min, e COM MUITO ORGULHO...



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É desumano, é desumano. Não tem explicação. Mas é INCRÍVEL... Quando termino, penso: "nunca mais faço um negócio desses". Dez minutos depois, no entanto, questiono: "a próxima maratona é onde mesmo?" hehehehe...Follow @_RenatoRibeiro_