Meglio badare a dove metto piedi: se alzo lo sguardo rischio di scoraggiarmi, recognizing the runners up there, curled up switchbacks that seem never to end. Today, however, I do not fold up. Indeed, it is on the wall first gain the lead. We are not even a third of the race, anything can still happen, but I can not deny I already see the finish line.
I feel charged, it was the vision of Chariots of Fire, two nights ago? By setting concrete targets and call frequently to mind is certainly a great help. Concentrated on my race, I draw inspiration from images of other situations that, here shortly, I will be engaged in similar challenges. In descent, the thoughts run faster, suddenly free to fly. It is also an opportunity to recharge your batteries for the next climb.
valleys and villages, staff and passers-inciting as rarely happens. At each step, is the first woman : pure energy. I need them now that a trail begins CAI, of those who, in my past as a hiker, faced with boots and trekking poles. I keep running, until I realize that it is more convenient to step forward. And 'in fact just walking quickly, his hands on his knees, which can overcome the fatigue that runners ahead of me. Wet earth and stone, the mountain above and below us: one foot out of place would have disastrous consequences. Hey, I'm first, and I have to stay until the end! Sooner or later it will end, can only get better. I smile at the thought of Jader, does not believe that I have been able to run (more or less) between these woods.
valleys and villages, staff and passers-inciting as rarely happens. At each step, is the first woman : pure energy. I need them now that a trail begins CAI, of those who, in my past as a hiker, faced with boots and trekking poles. I keep running, until I realize that it is more convenient to step forward. And 'in fact just walking quickly, his hands on his knees, which can overcome the fatigue that runners ahead of me. Wet earth and stone, the mountain above and below us: one foot out of place would have disastrous consequences. Hey, I'm first, and I have to stay until the end! Sooner or later it will end, can only get better. I smile at the thought of Jader, does not believe that I have been able to run (more or less) between these woods.
is light. Force, is not over, but the worst is over , encourages an assistant, finally on the asphalt. It takes a while 'before the return leg in turn. Other athletes proceed in the opposite direction: they are in front or behind me? My sense of direction is completely busted, but it does not matter. What matters is that, once past the halfway point (and understood, then, that those who were runners who had crossed before me), I see my opponent to emerge from the woods, decided to try (who knows how low I ...). The margin is significant, now we have to leave no room for failure, because the road is still long way. I feel heavy arms, to shake insist now that the ride is smoother, but it does not take much benefit. The limbs more involved, however, yet do well. I do not know what is missing, the data are conflicting on the distance of the race: the official flyer cites 18 km, but all spoke of 19 or more. Needless to face the difficulties are not over and every effort must be made in meters. A friendly voice encourages me: From Valentina, you just get up there and you're done ... Lassù? In che senso? Domande stupide. In quale altro senso, se non in salita? A differenza di molte altre gare della zona, caratterizzate dagli ultimi chilometri tutti in picchiata, qui si resta col cuore in gola fino alla fine. Perché anche quando, arrivati lassù , la strada volge in discesa, a circa un chilometro dal traguardo si imbocca nuovamente un sentiero di montagna che sale, sale, accidenti come sale. Poi, è vero, scende: accidenti, come scende. Sterrato in discesa: aiuto!!! Ecco: qui, ad uno sputo dall’arrivo, mi gioco la prima posizione. Cosa ho detto?! Dietro non si vede nessuno, i podisti davanti continuano a correre: chi sono io per non poterlo fare? Non saranno due stupidi stones to beat me. It is only one path: one foot here, one there, supports quick, light movements, you are winning, remember! Jader is there waiting, thinking what a joy to see you get in front of all.
is made. Finally, the asphalt, push with all his might to conquer the momentum of victory. The arrival area is very narrow, half-hidden by the roadside. But I feel triumphant. It will also be a race of little account, with little competition: My satisfaction is still a long way. An injection of confidence that only I know what I need.
is made. Finally, the asphalt, push with all his might to conquer the momentum of victory. The arrival area is very narrow, half-hidden by the roadside. But I feel triumphant. It will also be a race of little account, with little competition: My satisfaction is still a long way. An injection of confidence that only I know what I need.
