Saturday, September 11, 2010

Lump On The Inside Of My Labia

jogging tour of the Aeolian Islands - Fifth stage

VULCANO - 7,3 km
Va bene che non sono un tipo da spiaggia, ma tre giorni di pioggia su sei sono troppi anche per me. E pensare che quest’anno avevamo fatto scorta di creme solari, memori della passata esperienza, quando le condizioni meteo eccezionali ci costrinsero ad un acquisto supplementare.
Anche oggi un leggero chiarore ci fa ben sperare. È l’ultima fatica, per i più poco significativa: now the die is cast, there are few who play the position until the finish. Here it is the ability to run downhill. So I'm quiet: I have a good margin. The only drawback is the rain, but the asphalt should not be too difficult. It should, however, handle with care the start: the first mile is slightly uphill, I can not afford to cheat in this difficult situation, because then retrieve downhill, if the other is thrown, it would be difficult. Today nothing
boat, we go by bus to the start line. The first two are filled immediately. Waiting for the third, but joins us to the other competitors with significant delay: there are only 15 minutes to start even earlier this time. And it rains. Calma, today is the last day and should be a great day in the sense that I have to leave office and get beautiful, giving the best of me. This is my path, launched and flies to the end.
The two rivals who follow me in the standings now trying to overtake, but do not let go. The most direct advances a few steps, are hanged but I'm holding here the descent, it's up to me. Forget the brakes and go. The winding force me to break the rhythm, but I will not be intimidated. I see the girl before me even closer, who knows ... I km high-speed glide, we are now five. I'm tired, in fact I'm pushing a lot, even with the benefit of the slope. Stay ahead of the seventh ranked, but I riagguanta shortly thereafter: the descent is in fact finished, now we are on a slight slope that I saw her legs. I remember well this step, even two years ago, the same small hike a mountain seemed insurmountable. The other hand is able even to encourage them to attack me and invite me to her. Be easy. But I try, I can not afford on their final humiliation. I dare not look back, I never do, unless the shape of the path will not allow the pursuers to spot. Missing very little, and it is this comforting that I focus. Even tries to sprint on the final straight. It's over!
ambitions that I had packed were the first melt sun have been killed since the pre-race predictions. I tense absurd. Be aware of is already a step ahead, one needs to speak on this aspect so as not to compromise the entire context. Why, now that it's all over, it's the whole situation that I'm missing. I do not remember to have felt a similar sense of emptiness, two years ago. Now I try not to let anxiety what I expected, but the nightmares disturb my sleep for several nights already, and now the shadows have darkened my face. There are elements on which I can force myself to speak, but others are of out of my control capability, and it is this sense of powerlessness to make me feel nothing. But this is another discorso.Nonostante all already thinking about next year. If nothing else, I have not lost the ability to dream

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