Morning of the 21st of May. Pouring rain outside the window - and deep laziness is persistently knocking to the beat of the rain: lie down, sleep, you don't have to go anywhere, you will not get anything for it if you don't take your team in this weather to the competitions, yes the team will not come ...
I came. All on the list, both old and young.
The driver just shook his head in surprise.
We arrived in Sestroretsk, and Irina Markovskaya and Nikolai Shustrov were already meeting us with the team.
Well done! The organization is growing every year, it is for those who love to chuck, try to organize this format of competition yourself, and even in such weather,
And then it began!
Registration, master classes, the Nordics arrived in waves, meeting with like-minded people, hugs, the weather didn't scare you, or, on the contrary, they were all cheerful and cheerful.
And Julia Demina spun such a flashmob, WIZARD.
Just amazed at the beauty of the conscious movement. State of Harmony.
Then the basics of HADU were shown by the author of gymnastics Zviad Arabuli, exercises to work out all muscle groups that are idle in the ordinary life of a modern person.
It was already wet to start, and the rain was getting stronger.
It was not easy to go, the track was blurred, on wet sand, you know, heavy sneakers.
And I am in the puddles, again in the puddles ... But after all, it's easy on the soul, like they have washed some internal dirt from themselves. Yes, it probably did.
Cleansing movement. Overpowered, each with their own distance, ran, the breathing device was not shot down.
Happyness!
My wards, whom I have been bringing to the Sand Race from the Dachnoe Municipal District for the past 2 years, have not pumped up -3 first places D3: Katya Kuntesh Z10, Rybalko Maxim - M10, Lomteva Zinaida Z70. And the rest of the Nordeyans passed, did not go the distance, and the age is not a girl.
Here it is, overcoming yourself. With love and gratitude.

As Irina Markovskaya said, we'll remember this race for a long time.

And indeed, from the very morning everything went wrong, as always. We, as usual, waited for a clear sun, blue sky, golden sand, light breeze and soft splashing of the waves. But this came true: the endless gray sky from edge to edge, the air mixed with fine water dust in a cool cocktail, and water, slowly filling the whole world around. Time slowed down, minutes and hours merged into a huge puddle that grew, grew, but did not move.
In this world of muffled sounds and vague outlines, the name "Resort" seemed like a fleeting memory of distant warm countries from books. Slowly on the train car, the controllers were surprised at the influx of passengers to the Resort station in such weather.
When this motley, buzzing like a beehive, the crowd spilled out onto the platform, they still believed that the rain would end soon and the sun would return to its rightful place.
But it was not there. We passed the registration, flash mob, gymnastics Go, warm up, the start was near, and the rain did not even think about stopping. From where he came from is not clear, but he watered us until the very end of the race. He seemed to be watching us with interest, and when the race began and the excitement began to flare up all over the coast, the rain became more.
It was as if friends came to him to watch a program about funny little people hurrying back and forth without a visible goal. So the race was already under good rain and through large puddles in the sand. Wet clothes, wet sneakers, ruddy, energetic, focused faces, flickering legs, hands and sticks, as well as the cheers of fans at the finish line combined with the rhythm of rain in a single dance, the purpose, meaning and joy of which are in one and all movement.
The rain from above was clearly visible, as a multicolored, glistening caterpillar twisted around the rings on a deserted beach. Some time after the finish, the parts of the caterpillar disappear behind the wall of rain in order to temporarily become part of another, iron, caterpillar creeping slowly into the city.
Gradually, the beach was empty, and the rain continued to flood the sand, washing away traces. It is hard to believe, but tomorrow there will be a gentle sun, blue sky, fluffy clouds and white seagulls.
Thank you for the opportunity to once again see your smiles, excitement and thirst for movement.
Thanks to the organizers for the opportunity to get together, Julia Demina for the magic flash mob, and also thanks to the unpredictable St. Petersburg weather for another surprise.

Thanks to St. Petersburg people for an unforgettable experience.
See you soon!