The streets of Berlin trembled under the pounding feet of thousands. With every stride, runners chased not just the finish line, but the limits of human speed. The sun hung high and unrelenting, turning the city into a furnace of ambition and sweat. Asphalt shimmered beneath their feet, waves of heat rising like ghosts from the road. Some ran with fire in their veins, others with pain etched into their faces. The Berlin Marathon is no gentle course — it’s a brutal test of endurance masked in beauty. Famous for its flat terrain and record-breaking potential, it dares athletes to defy the impossible. Each kilometer stretches the soul, as muscles burn and lungs scream for mercy. Spectators roar from the sidelines, a sea of encouragement trying to lift the weary. In Berlin, glory waits at the Brandenburg Gate — but only for those who survive the storm.
