There is such a dialogue in the recently read book "The Wind Blows". Keiji Kiyoseki, chairman of the track and field team of Kuangyong University, asked Zangyuan, a talented runner, in the first grade, "What do you think best describes a runner?" Zou scratched his head and said, "Still not fast?" "I don't think it is fast, but strong." Kiyose seems to have nothing to say.

201July 23rd. In the early morning of San Francisco Marathon, take the shuttle bus to the starting point of the second half of the horse. The yellow bus was driving in San Francisco at dawn, and the whole city was quiet and comfortable until the large-capacity engine rattled in the air. The bus stopped properly and one athlete after another jumped off. Colorful shoes adorn the Golden Gate Park, and the sparse conversation is full of vitality. Join the pace of a group of runners and walk at a slightly faster speed. Although it's past sunrise, with a large number of trees, the park is still shrouded in dense fog, and dew drops from the towering fir trees from time to time. I chose a big tree root to sit on, and the cold wind blew. Although I wore two long-sleeved coats, I couldn't help shivering. "It's too cold to sit down. Let's go for a walk. The starting line of the second half horse has ten waves, which is a long distance. From the first wave to the sixth wave, I walked about 100 meters and decided to turn around. According to the host, 5,000 people participated in the second half horse this year, while the total number of participants in the first half horse, the second half horse and the Malaysian Federation was 27,000. I am in the second half of the horse, which is the first wave. There is still half an hour left before the start time, and I really can't stay any longer. Looking at the heart rate meter, the resting heart rate has exceeded 100 times. " I want to warm up. "Running along the asphalt road is a small uphill. There are also some runners on both sides who start to warm up, and you can know the registration results of runners from the number cloth hung on you. The orange cloth starts with two digits, and it is the second runner with an intensity of about 1 hour 40 minutes. The same orange cloth, but only three figures are two elites, and the strength is about 1 hour 25 minutes. A few people appeared in front of me and ran past me gently and skillfully. Leaning and laughing, if you don't listen carefully, your footsteps will even be drowned by their jokes. Wearing school track and field uniforms and hanging red number cloth, these are elite runners, and their strength is below 1 hour 18. I don't know how many times I have run this asphalt road. More than three years ago, when my job was not settled, I stayed in a dormitory in San Francisco. There is a lot of pressure, and the only way out for submitting resumes, internships and interviews day after day is to run, that is, to run the Golden Gate Park. I often say to myself: If you really can't find a job, you can't go to Golden Gate Park. Perhaps this is the will. Finally, I was lucky enough to find a job and stayed for the third anniversary last month. And this is my fourth year running this track, which is a little gratitude for my commitment at that time. Run slowly for nearly two miles and return to the starting line. Take off your coat and reveal a bright red and white uniform, and find a place to stay among the students of the track and field team. They exchanged goals and strategies, and I wrote in my mind: "The average pace is 5 minutes and 55 seconds per mile. The first three miles are uphill and you can run for 6 minutes. The seventh and eighth miles are downhill and should run for 5 minutes and 45 seconds. So I can finish the race in about 1 hour and 18 minutes-breaking my best half horse. At 7: 30, the runners passed the starting point without saying a word with the whistle. The leading group rushed out first, and I decided not to follow without thinking. The winners in previous years were usually 1 hour and 10. I can't afford it. I looked at my watch and the pace was about 5 minutes and 50 seconds. There are several female runners before and after, which is probably the pace range of female winners. Although I run a little faster, I don't feel forced. Maybe the weight I lost a few days ago played a role, and I feel stronger than ever today. "In this case, there is no need to slow down deliberately," I told myself. I don't know when I started, but I always like to pick a battle with a good chance of winning. I'm not without the spirit of challenge. I like challenges. Only at the decisive moment, I always take a conservative strategy, preferring to run slowly rather than explode. Several times when I returned to the finish line, I always thought, "Oh, if only I had worked harder. I'm different today. I'm not here to prove anything. There is nothing to lose. In the uphill section of the first four miles, the average pace of continuous running at 5: 54, 5: 5 1, 6: 08, 6: 0 1 is 5 minutes and 58 seconds per mile, which is very eye-catching in the uphill section and currently ranks around the 20th. I applaud my strong start in this game. Finally, I have the courage to try something I may not be able to do, and I won't regret it no matter what the result is. With this psychological preparation, I look at my watch less and less. Tens of thousands of kilometers of running have accumulated in my body. Through every step of feedback and every heartbeat, I know how long I can run. Scientific data is used for post-game analysis, not to limit yourself in the game. On the uphill section, the watch showed the heartbeat 185 bpm, so I chose to speed up my teeth. After passing the signpost of the sixth mile, the average pace is still around 5:57 per mile. The only thing that worries me is that the distance on the watch does not match the official mark, and the track is often 0.2 ~ 0.3 miles long. Leaving the shade of Golden Gate Park and entering the hippie area in Qili, there is a short and steep uphill with light music. In the dazzling sunshine, the asphalt road is shining, and the cheering people are clamoring and excited. However, this uphill has become the image of the wall of Maria in "The Attacking Giant" before my eyes! " I want to kill all the giants! "I'm not sure if I just shouted in my heart or really said, gnashing my teeth and attacking the top of the hill. My heart is pounding, almost jumping out of my throat. Suddenly, my eyes opened wide, as if I really stood on the wall. Running at the highest point of the half-horse track, there is a long and steep downhill in front. " The seventh and eighth mile is downhill, and it should take 5 minutes and 45 seconds to finish the race "-the whisper before the game came back to my mind at this time. Right now! "Take a step toward the downhill attack, six parents don't recognize want to earn a second or two in this section. I focused all my attention on my head and quickly analyzed when it was most efficient to cut from which runner. The road conditions on the asphalt road are left to the feet. The feet trained in playing basketball for more than 20 years still run steadily and quickly under the strong impact from the surface, with each step exceeding 160 cm. "beep! In the eighth, the prompt sounded, which took 5 minutes and 32 seconds! (equivalent to 3 minutes and 26 seconds per kilometer) After pursuing downhill sections, the average pace has accelerated to 5 minutes and 55 seconds per mile. Sweat is shining on the shoulders, but the challenge of the city is not over yet. If you have been to San Francisco, you will know that the hilly terrain is actually invisible on the map, but when you really come here, you will know that the smooth road is really just an illusion, replaced by various gentle slopes. To make matters worse, the sun strengthened its power at this time, and the cool wind was no longer felt when it started.

The 40th San Francisco Marathon medalist will enter a state similar to meditation when he is extremely focused, and he is extremely sensitive to the perception of the outside world but slow. I can feel the sunshine, the road and the people around me, but my understanding of the actual details and faces is distant and vague. It seems that the least energy is concentrated on the senses that are only useful for the present, and all the rest is poured into the body to run. I chased several teammates who also wore red and white uniforms, expressed my cheers to them with subtle movements, and then moved on without looking back. I feel a little guilty, and I can't return their enthusiastic shouts. But at the moment, the best way to repay their cheers is probably to go 0. 1 cm ahead and catch up with a runner! The ninth and tenth miles ran at 5: 56 and 6: 02 respectively, and then sprinted for the last five kilometers. There is a high wall in front of me. I don't have time to be distracted and calculate speed. I can only concentrate on running forward, hoping to reach the top of the wall again. The whole horse runner is facing the final test at this time, and many people start walking directly, which is a great psychological blow to me. On the contrary, several well-trained elite half-horse runners are launching the final offensive, and I have turned my only attention to those fast-moving points, which is the last straw for me! Take a big step! Take a deep breath and don't give up! Just as I was thinking this way, a volunteer walked five meters in front of me, startled and almost had no time to react. Looking up, I found an oblique red line pulled up ahead. "Impossible ..." This red line is used to guide runners. In a grid city, there will always be several intersections to divert runners in this way to ease the traffic difficulties of residents. However, at this time, the line was pulled so fast that I didn't even have time to complain. I just watched the fast-moving dot in front fade away. And I was forced to turn right and became the leader of the runner behind me. This is by far the most painful part of running. I can't see any runners 500 meters ahead. I don't know my relative position, I have no goal to pursue, and I am lost in the vast urban area. I am looking forward to a runner who can surpass me, so that I can naturally run together for a while, but such a story has never happened. At this time, the physical strength is close to the critical point, and the first fall in the eleventh is 6 points 10 second. The twelfth mile into the seaside. After several twists and turns, I finally joined the main group again and found the original half-horse runner. I have no choice but to squeeze out my last strength. "Why is it so painful that I can't give up running?" "Obviously training is too difficult! Obviously the game is so painful! Why do I always come back? The pace of the group began to be messy, and the gasps around it were rough and rapid. No matter how well prepared you are, whether you are an elite runner or a citizen runner, everyone is fighting with their only life in the last mile. On this benchmark, running is an unprecedented equality! I can't tell the frequency of panting from my heartbeat, and I can't even look at the time on my watch. Subconsciously, I know I may not get the best result today: although I always run as planned, the time on my watch is about 0.3 miles (500 meters) from the official mark. But I didn't give up. Even if there are only a few drops of fuel left in my body, I will cross the finish line with the best posture. Back to the last straight line of Market Street, noisy spectators crowded the streets on both sides. The Bay Area Bridge is so quiet and dazzling under the blue sky that the runner who launched the final sprint at the bottom of the bridge is not inferior at all. The sprint frequency of thousands of runners, coupled with the shouts of thousands of cheering people, will make even the railway tremble. " Do not give up! ""You run great! " "The last 500 meters! In a vague consciousness, I saw the official timer appear in front of me, showing 1: 19:40. Sweat ran down the corner of my pants and into my shoes. When my body was hot, my eyes were hot. Like an overheated locomotive, I crossed the blue finish line with shouts. The official time shows1:19: 50-I'm sitting by the track, trying to concentrate again from my tired body and mind. I don't know when it started, so I completely gave up counting time. The final 1: 19:50 game was even more unexpected. Unexpectedly poor, of course. I pressed the save button with a wry smile. Almost at the same time, Garmin jumped out of the prompt-the fastest half horse: 1: 18:00. The wry smile turned into a smile, and I readily accepted the result. This means that if it is a standard track, my time is perfect 1: 18:00. However, because the track was long, or because it avoided the runner's detour, it finally ran 0.3 miles (500 meters) more, and the difference of 0.3 miles was 1: 18. So I lost face, but I won the haircut. Although the official results did not set the best, the average matching speed was faster than ever before, and it was on a more challenging track and ran a longer distance. Most importantly, because I didn't look at my watch, I didn't give up because my official grades were not up to standard. On the contrary, at the last minute, I went all out without reservation. I walked wearily under the clear sky in San Francisco, but my heart was full of not setting the best. At this time, Naoki Kiyose's words came to mind: "What do you think is the best way to describe a runner?" "I don't think it is fast, but it is very strong. —— Official time: 1: 19:50 Location: 24 of 4607 (the first 0.5%) Distance (on duty): 13.42 miles (2 1.6 kilometers) Pace (on duty): 5. Pace: 1.45m Heart rate (average/maximum):180/191<; = Yes. I fought hard.

Squinting is not bad! Editor in chief //Oliver Wu

As for Xu, a runner who believes that "most people's efforts are far from genius" and keeps advancing on the marathon road. The first half-horse is a cross-country half-horse from 20 12 Yangmingshan. In the same year, he climbed Taipei 10 1 and completed the first Boston Marathon on 20 17. Currently living in California, working with people who share the same dream.