- Five minutes! Five minutes! Where have you been for whole five minutes? - asked my former trainer and boyfriend after the second run of the route trom the unsuccessful for me competition, held in my favourite forest in Veliko Tarnovo. I ran the distance for more than 18 minutes and now I cut the result to the winning 13 min and some seconds.
I looked down ashamed instead of an answer. "I was wondering which way to go..." I said to myself, though half of the distanse I ran after a strange man with the same route with mine, who had an inscription on his back "Bulgaria Military Team". In general this is not very much allowed so I couldnt answer "Ask the military man what he did for whole 5 minutes!" the way I wanted to, so I prefered the very respected by me Golden Silence.
It was one of those extremely hot days when people took the courage to go out just about after 7 PM. Everything in the forest was so dry, that I had the feeling I am in the middle of a huuuge herbarium, where even the wind sounded like my mama`s big cloth bags full with dried herbs and plants prepared for the winter. I took off my trainers and my socks and I walked barefooted on the dried like a hay grass. It was hot and crumby and it gave me the pleasure children feel, when they get naked and barefoot on the beach. The sweat was streaming down all over my body and the sun was burning my skin though it was long after 5PM. I could feel the smell of my own hot and wet body: smell of fresh sweat, sunburned skin and summer forest, dry forest. Im my awareness the scents have a major lead so I can precisely recognize the smell of a summer forest, winter forest, pine and oak tree forest, forest after rain, forest before rain; I know the smell after competition, the smell after walk; I know the specific smell of walk in the forest in a windy day; I can always feel the smell coming from my hair and skin after a cross and I dont go immediately to the bathroom-half an hour later it changes to another.... This scent is like a narcotic for me, I feel like I could kill someone just to feel it, like Jean-Baptiste Grenouille, Patrick Süskind personage in Das Perfume novel-he kills just to feel the ultimate odour. I know how that feels. Once I smelled my then boyfriend`s skin on a very special place of his body..... it was the ultimate orgasm of my entire inner being- waves, stars and flowers floated in the air and I felt arousement, insanity and love...
We were waiting for our friends, a young family, both national competitors with their 1 year old son Mitko, who had the incredible ability to freak out his parents, mostly his mother, with his never ending energy and desire to possess, touch, and feel anything that may be possessed, touched and felt at the same time.
-"Aaaaaaaaaaa!" - he shouted out with his entire voice just to represent himself to the audience - "Hmm..." - a cute smile appeared on his face, right after he got assured we noticed and greeted him.
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That summer was really intense for me. The hottest it was, the strongest I felt. I was running 6 days a week, very often at midday, when degrees were about 38-40 C, and when my body got so overheated and I felt so dizzy, that I thought my blood may come out of my skin instead of a sweat. I was afraid if somebody see me doing short intervals against a slope - he will think I am absolute insane. At the evenings I was cycling for 50-60 minutes, so I got the shape of a very nice and tidy sexy girl. That summer I felt what is like to have the perfect body and what does it take to keep it in shape- it takes your common sense and you entire energy, but I still considered the results satisfying and the efforts worthwhile. In the background of these crazy trainings was the idea to become a pretty good orienteer and to make my childish dream come true, and to win the heart of my beloved man. "Drun, drun!" in Bulgaria people say, I failed in both contests but the lessons I learned and the adventures I experienced will be forever engraved in my mind and heart, so if someone wants to know, I don`t regret it even for a while...
...... to be continued
