As I entered the room, I couldn’t help but think of ‘Margin Call’. «I know the movie», said Micki while smiling, «you could say I’m a bit like Kevin Spacey’s character.» I smiled in turn, and understood how he could take a break and invite me for coffee at the Souks. He was the head of Capital Markets in the largest bank here.

A few minutes later, we were in the coffee shop. He was having tea. I took an expresso. «You need to stop me if I talk too much; talking about running, gets me going, and I don’t want to stop».

It had just stopped raining. It had been raining since early morning. He’d taken an umbrella for precaution, but we never had real need for it. The sun was shining again. He did run early morning, as usual though, under the rain. We sat down, and he just went on:

«I was never big on sports. I was raised during the war in Beirut, so from 75 to 85 we could barely make it to school. In 1985 at age 18 I left for Montreal, where my family was living, to get a university education – between part time jobs, studying, and all the home duties that a bachelor has to go through, there was no time for sports—

«Twelve years later, I came back to Beirut to Join Bank Audi — met my beautiful wife, got married than kids, in that particular order J still no time for sports . Gained few pounds over the years – . It got worse when I had to travel every week to Saudi Arabia – so between planes and hotels, eating habits gets worse – and than the crash of 2008 happened – Nothing seemed to work and I hit rock bottom in November 2008, away from the family, panic in the markets — my weight reached 84kg, and body fat of like 30 percent and the moral was clause to depression mode –

I just had to do something, you see? I cant stop the crash, but I had to change something in my life — So I started running on the hotel treadmill in Saudi Arabia, carrying all 84kg – it was hell at first, I barely could run 2km and I was out of breath, back in beirut, I kept running on treadmills, still 5km was my longest distance – until I joined a group of 4 friends, they jog 5 times a week around 10kms –

I cant forget the day I ran my first 10kms, it was a hell of an achievement for me, and I still remember all my friends running next to me, yelling at me cause I wanted to stop after the 7th kms – “today you cant stop, you cant walk .. I’m staying next to you until we hit the 10th km” That was it – I made it, and I became addict to running —

Forget about the fact that you lose weight, and become more fit. You just become a better person. As a man dealing with the financial market, you have to be aggressive and face challenging and stressful moments all the time, and the fact that you’re in Beirut doesn’t help; you have the stress of the country, of driving in the city. So many unknowns. All this used to get to me.. Not anymore. Now that I run, nothing gets to me. I was gliding over the things of the world.

“Most runners run not because they want to live longer, but because they want to live to the fullest” the best quote by Haruki Murakami –

«Walid, my friend from the Beirut Marathon association, told me to try the marathon. 6 months later. I ran my first marathon in just over the 4 hour mark (4.03) we ran as a group. Since then I love running. I run every day when I can. We still run as a group, nearly every day, and when we run we are all equal; from the delivery guy earning minimum wage, to the millionaires, we run, and we are all equal. My time improved to 3hours21.

I remember in 2010, I met with Roger- the head of inter Lebanon – Road running and Athletics club – we teamed up to form a sub group of inter Lebanon, called Maniax – we were 6 runners in that group – today we are close to 120 runners in Maniax – A big thank you to him, he trains us, prepare the daily running schedule and pushes us on a daily basis beyond our limits – we hate him during the training, but love him after the race-

I also do cycling, and I’m a better cyclist than I’m a runner – I will soon start swimming classes. Some day I’ll try the Ironman. For now, I run. I tried other marathons abroad, but still my favorite is Beirut, its my home town.

«It stands apart?» I asked. Micki nodded.

«It does. Indeed. There’s something different about this city, with all the crap that we deal with, not to mention that it’s a very hard marathon, its hilly and most of the times its hot and humid;

None of this matters though. I love being among friends when we start out, and running in a city I know and love, going through places I usually hang out in, seeing them from another angle.

«There was this old movie: ‘The Loneliness of the Long Distance Runner’.» I ventured. Micki smiled.

«My New Year’s resolution was to make more people run. I have witnessed first hand, how running changes you, and I want to make others find out for themselves.

Last year’s Marathon, I was about to give up. I think I took too much gel during the race, and having trained all year without gel, my body didn’t metabolize it well, plus it was hot and humid – When I hit 20K I was really hurting. We were in a group of 4, as usual. So I told them to go ahead without me and I slowed down. At the 25K mark I wanted to quit. I had never quit before.»

«What made you go on?» I asked.

«The people I was running for, I guess. I run for Oum el Nour. I raise money for them through running. A week prior to this race, though, I went up and met the people there for the first time. It really made an impression. At the 30K mark, heading from Gemmayze to Antelias, I saw my wife was there, she was filming the event. She asked me how I felt. And I told her I couldn’t go on, anymore. She just said: “You’ll feel worse if you stop now. Just take it easy and finish the race at slower pace”. A buddy cyclist, Mohamad, hung around with me all the way, cheering me up. Friends, and sponsors had pledge money for Oum el Nour, depending on how well I did. So that was a great incentive. They go like: ‘I’ll give a thousand bucks if you take part, two thousand if you finish, three thousand if you break your own record. I finished the race in 3h 29min, and ten minutes later, I passed out. Woke up in the hospital.» he said smiling.

«Just like that very first runner, who ran from the plain of Marathon, and reached Athens, shouted ‘Nike’ and then died.» I said jokingly.

«Well I advise Asics gear.» he answered smiling.

«So how much did you make for Oum el Nour?» I asked.

«Twenty-nine thousand dollars. I didn’t break my best time, you see? I’ll try next year.»

A few days ago, when I finally got around to writing M.’s story, I started running. I did 30 minutes on a treadmill, like he did when he started. I texted him afterwards: «30 minutes at 8 KpH»
«That’s great!» he replied. Another text followed: «Try 8.2KpH this time around, and when you feel ready, come run with us!»

Yesterday, I ran for half an hour again, at 8.5.


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G. H. Rabbath

G. H. Rabbath is a performative writer, and photographer. He taught Cognitive Science and Art Theory in a Beirut University, and his Ph.D. Thesis was referenced in philosopher Jean Clam's Orexis. G.H. Rabbath engaged in several meta-artistic interventions in the art world since 2009 and the publication of 'Can One Man Save the (Art) World'. He curated in 2010 M. Obaidi’s latest show in Art Dubai along side publishing 'Mr Obaidi and the Fair Skies® Corporation' that addressed the neuroscience of racial bias in relation to conceptual art. In 2011 he obtained the officials nominations of curator and commissioner of the Lebanese Pavilion for the 54th Venice Biennial, and created 'institutional void' in the Arsenale as part of a neo-Situationist project. Other interventions took place in L.A, Copenhagen, Helsinki, Sharjah. In 2013 he obtained directorship of art project spaces in Beirut where he launched The Better World Project. In 2014 he launched 'Signing with Light' a photography project for the benefit of Gulflabor.org that will take place in the U.S. and Europe. His work can be seen on http://saatchiart.com/ghrabbath

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