I am heading towards the sports arena of Breda with a very good friend.
He found it a pretty good idea to make some pictures of his favorite sport, something for him to remember. We park our bikes outside, then we enter the hall.
t reminds me an indoor bike arena; there is this elliptic path of ice around an area for trainers and athletes.
As I found out later, the ages of the competitors vary significantly; I saw teens and people closing to 60 years of age. But for now, the place looks a bit empty and cold..Yeah I know.
A specialized truck enters and fixes the ice. As for the skaters, they are getting ready, trying to adjust to the low temperature and warm their muscles.
The truck exits the arena and some kids start to place small cones to separate the lanes. They eventually form three of those; one is for warming up, busy throughout the whole event. The other two are the racing lanes.
Time passes by and you start getting the feeling of what’s coming next. The special shoes hit the ice with distinct power that sometimes eco’s inside the building, rising the tension a bit more.
My friend is set to run much later so I take the opportunity and glance at the first guys going against each other.
The level grows progressively and he is now standing there ready to run. It’s not just competing with the person next to you but more challenging yourself, your limits, your time.
After two and a half rounds the clock stops, the body rises to check the time. He smiles..One more round for the heart to adjust.
We sake hands; I congratulate him for his performance as I already knew the time he was aiming. I am teasing him again for his strange outfit; we laugh. Back to the central stage, I am staring at the red chick bones, the smiles, the talks, the breathing air below the lights. Till next time..