Okay, here's the scoop right off the bat and straight from the horse's mouth; I, in the end, was unable to run the "real Berlin Marathon". There you have it...I ADMIT IT!
But first, "real" is not a lack of capping the "r" typo; nor, is it something unpure in nature, because "real", ultimately, is the brand name and logo of what I believe to be some sort of German food distributor and, in the end, marathon sponsor.
But, I degress. Prior to leaving the U.S., I was not feeling well. To the point, I purchased international health insurance in the event I required emergency surgery.
Yes, I did have three seats to sleep across on the Air India flight (see previous post); however, I did so in great pain believing I may need to have my appendix or sections of my intestine removed upon arrival in Germany.
After sleeping near 8 hours during the intercontinental flight, and then taking it easy upon arrival in Berlin; not getting-up and going until 1 in the afternoon on Friday, I, between 3:30 Saturday afternoon and 3:30 Sunday afternoon (marathon started at 9 on Sunday) slept 17 out of 24 hours. The bitch of it all is that come 4:30 Sunday afternoon I so could have kicked marathon ass! And then come Monday morning, gay or not, I so coulduh kicked Hitler's ************************************* ass!
Walking around Berlin on Monday, I did feel a bit melancholy when viewing medals around the necks of others; however, knowing my appendix and any of a multitude of other body parts were still in tact, said to myself, "What the fuck; I'm still in Berlin, surrounded by friends, on the way to Oktoberfest in Munich as well as a Manuel's wedding near Frankfurt so who gives a rat, batard's ass where I was 24 hours ago!
And then now, Tuesday evening, here I am in Munich having spent the afternoon at Oktoberfest learning from my new best friends, Sebastean and Silvia, where to go and what to do tomorrow instead of going to Oktoberfest, because Wednesday is the German re-unification holiday (the uiltimate East meets West event!) believe in my heart just as much as any other day, all is well and all will be well because the thing about it is deep in the dark recesses of anxiety and fear, I truly believe ALL WILL BE WELL!
Enjoy enjoy, and I hope that in some weird, freaky, ridiculous kinda way, I, somehow am able to inspire you to reach beyond what you now know to be true to create for yourself an opportunity to arrive at some new level of awareness...........or not.........whatever.........you'll get there.........just breathe.
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