My muscles are screaming. I have a sharp pain in my side. Hundreds of people are cheering... But all I can think of is: 200 meters to go. GO! And I run... and I finish... and my hands raise on their own... I DID IT! I finished the Amsterdam marathon. That was yesterday, and today I'm laying in bed - trying to rest and relax, writing this blog post... while every muscle in my body tries to remind me of the journey I took. The first 25 km or so - I had the time of my life. I enjoyed my bo...