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Finally, there she was again, the promised land, the good life: the 47 th edition of the legendary

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Competition 1


Sunday the 14'th of April it was time for the first competition of this year. Despite the wind and the cold it was a fun day with good results from both the men's and women's team! The women even managed to get first place in the poule and are now ranked fourth nationally.

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The volunteers who thought that the preparation for a race would start half an hour before the race were wrong, because we were expected at 13:30 to start building the start/finish. The committee thought it was a good idea to start in time, especially because setting up the start/finish arch took between 30 minutes and 3 hours according to experts. We were closer to the 30 minutes, so we had an easy afternoon. When the arch stood it was time for a meal in the sports centre. Here we ate delicious boxes with lasagne. These were so delicious that even our 5-star laphaps are nothing compared to them. The match leader was confident with the start/finish and the course, so it was time to start!

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NK Month


The NK month started for Marjolein and Merel with the NK pentathlon. At the first event the first clubrecord fell as Marjolein finished in 9.13 seconds and Merel just behind in 9.20 seconds. At the high jump both girls jumped constant with 1.64 en 1.58. Merel did a nice job and equalled her pr with 10.72m on the shot put and jumped to an pr with a 5.38m long jump. Marjolein was just behind her with 5.34m at the long jump. Then it was time for the very beloved 800 meters, Merel was again on the pr hunt and ran an clubrecord of 2.21.24. Merel ended at the 10th place with 3630 points, again a clubrecord, and Marjolein was 12th with 3553 points.

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NSK Cross


Saturday the 26th of January, time to get up. Everything is packed: running shoes, sports attire, sleeping bag, mattras, toothpaste and a concerning lack of spikes. Let’s go to the NSK Cross in the Amsterdamse Bos, starting number to be picked up at the arena. On my way there I run into some skinny people talking about how many guys the girl with the red hair has kissed last night. Three?! “I’m guessing you’re going to the NSK too?” I ask. They are from Groningen they say. This is alright with me, because now I can outsource my sense of direction completely. And indeed after some time of following I find some kind of old barrack with a cricket field and some five Kronauts. I know those people!

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