"Shoveling and suffering"
1985, Franeker
The sign "5 km of bad ice" is not very promising. It’s shovelling and suffering, and it’s getting harder and harder. How far is Bartlehiem still? Is that the tower of Bartlehiem? No, it’s Berlikum, which is halfway between Franeker and Bartlehiem, so Bartlehiem is still 20 km away. But if I make it to Bartlehiem, I’ll make it to Leeuwarden too, I try to motivate myself. I can’t imagine having to tell people I didn’t finish the race. Ah, there’s Mariet for a mental boost!
1986, Harlingen
Outside Harlingen, I find a bench in the sun at the first aid station, temperature -3°C. Next to me, a man is grumbling about his son, who’s also skating but suffering from blisters. “That kid is holding me back, I won’t make it to Leeuwarden before dark,” he says, not realising what a privilege it is to skate with your son. I grab a pack of grape juice, and what does it say on the label? “GOOD LUCK, DAD, AND BEST OF LUCK WITH THE REST OF THE RACE, MUCH LOVE, HUIB.” The best drink ever! In 1997, my son Huib and I skated the Elfstedentocht together.