我所有的奔跑,所有的执著,只是因为我不愿做个观者。参加过长跑,总是不容易忘记的。想得起那一年运动会,下大雨,自己绕着两百米的跑道挣扎满七圈半,感觉每一寸皮肤都在雨水里冰凉。多少人轻巧地从我身旁越过,被雨水模糊的眼睛看不清楚,只能听见那仍然遥远的终点处,爆发出冠军到达的欢呼,那么热烈,遥远得像是来自另一个世界。之后的记忆全部放空,大脑缺氧的后遗症过去一晚仍留痛楚。一身酸涩,鼻炎发作,在热水蒸起的烟雾里鼻腔翕动,酸涩几乎向上蔓延到眼睛。餐巾纸被疯狂消耗,不照镜子也知道自己是什么狼狈 All my running, all the dedication, just because I do not want to be an audience. Participated in long-distance running, is always not easy to forget. Can not think of the Games that year, under heavy rain, running around the two hundred meters of the runway struggling full seven and a half, I feel every inch of skin in the rain in the cold. How many people passed me lightly through my eyes, blurred the eyes of the rain can not see, can only hear the still far finish, broke the cheering championship arrival, so warm, as if distant from another world. After all the memory of emptying, cerebral hypoxia sequelae still pain in the past night. A sour, rhinitis attack, in the hot water steaming nasal cavity move, sour almost spread to the eyes. Napkins are crazy consumption, do not look in the mirror also know what their embarrassment