LIPARI - Acquacalda - Canneto (km 6.5)
must have been exaggerated expectations, disappointment, tension, will I am sleeping little and evil will, perhaps, that something in the mechanism has (long) jammed. The fact is that he could not get any worse. It is not so much to further demotion in the rankings. Or at least, this is not the only reason. Is that the feelings were bad from the start.
During the heating seemed to me that his legs could run well, all things considered, I felt quite calm. High temperature, heavy air, a bit 'of wind conditions are not optimal, but I counted about my chances. Of course, a short leg and, presumably, as fast as what we expected so it does not match with my strings, but after it was attacked with the utmost determination the first km climb, then jump into beaten in the second half, down to the sea. Departure
immediately excited. They are side by side of my immediate rivals in the first bend we almost collide. Two of them are set back, we stay in two. For a little while. Are already in distress. I try to mind local reasoning on the fact that after all the difficult stretch is not too long. But I miss your breath away. Pants and lose ground. What's happening to me? The most challenging part is gone, but there is still some 'slight slope of the first down, and it is here that have reached and surpassed by two girls that just had not taken into account. My calculations were based only on who was in front, the rear were not taken into account. There they were, instead, to mock me. Burn, stop. With the ghost of the withdrawal to obscure my mind. Awakened by a surge of pride, who point ahead of me, trusting in the momentum provided by the descent. But this I can not help, they are so exhausted that even now I find push. Legs of lead, feet glued to the ground, dying from breathing. The girl in the green disappears, the first sighted in return that I had passed. It seems in trouble, if only I could melt ... Nothing to be done, we are now in the finishing straight, gasping smear the finish line.
shattered the dreams of all ranks, I wonder about the causes of this disaster. I suffered too much, I could not even decently run a mile, I even stopped: in the stage considered the fastest I have given the worst of me. How do I recover from this setback? My coach is unattainable, it is in me that I must find the resources to tackle the rest of the race. Fortunately, the context is very important for me: first, Jader has figured out how to get me and knows how to find the right words and tone to encourage me, then there is that Fausto is able to distract and raise the morale, in addition, there is an island. The places have a soul, expressing the meaning and significance: the stronger is a land that drives forward, the more difficult to stay indifferent. Vulcan è forza per definizione. Energia pura: palpabile, incombente, quasi minacciosa. È questo che ti strega e ti cattura. Il cratere che respira, l’odore che trafigge, i colori che mutano nei toni e nelle sfumature. Non è un posto come un altro. Così come questa non è una semplice vacanza. Del resto, la vacanza “pura” non è nella mia indole: non cerco il riposo, ma l’emozione. Qualcosa da scoprire, da conoscere, da conquistare.
Ora, nello specifico, tutto è concentrato sulla gara. Ma, trattandosi di una gara particolare in un luogo altrettanto particolare, mi lascio rapire dal complesso di elementi e guardo avanti.
During the heating seemed to me that his legs could run well, all things considered, I felt quite calm. High temperature, heavy air, a bit 'of wind conditions are not optimal, but I counted about my chances. Of course, a short leg and, presumably, as fast as what we expected so it does not match with my strings, but after it was attacked with the utmost determination the first km climb, then jump into beaten in the second half, down to the sea. Departure
immediately excited. They are side by side of my immediate rivals in the first bend we almost collide. Two of them are set back, we stay in two. For a little while. Are already in distress. I try to mind local reasoning on the fact that after all the difficult stretch is not too long. But I miss your breath away. Pants and lose ground. What's happening to me? The most challenging part is gone, but there is still some 'slight slope of the first down, and it is here that have reached and surpassed by two girls that just had not taken into account. My calculations were based only on who was in front, the rear were not taken into account. There they were, instead, to mock me. Burn, stop. With the ghost of the withdrawal to obscure my mind. Awakened by a surge of pride, who point ahead of me, trusting in the momentum provided by the descent. But this I can not help, they are so exhausted that even now I find push. Legs of lead, feet glued to the ground, dying from breathing. The girl in the green disappears, the first sighted in return that I had passed. It seems in trouble, if only I could melt ... Nothing to be done, we are now in the finishing straight, gasping smear the finish line.
shattered the dreams of all ranks, I wonder about the causes of this disaster. I suffered too much, I could not even decently run a mile, I even stopped: in the stage considered the fastest I have given the worst of me. How do I recover from this setback? My coach is unattainable, it is in me that I must find the resources to tackle the rest of the race. Fortunately, the context is very important for me: first, Jader has figured out how to get me and knows how to find the right words and tone to encourage me, then there is that Fausto is able to distract and raise the morale, in addition, there is an island. The places have a soul, expressing the meaning and significance: the stronger is a land that drives forward, the more difficult to stay indifferent. Vulcan è forza per definizione. Energia pura: palpabile, incombente, quasi minacciosa. È questo che ti strega e ti cattura. Il cratere che respira, l’odore che trafigge, i colori che mutano nei toni e nelle sfumature. Non è un posto come un altro. Così come questa non è una semplice vacanza. Del resto, la vacanza “pura” non è nella mia indole: non cerco il riposo, ma l’emozione. Qualcosa da scoprire, da conoscere, da conquistare.
Ora, nello specifico, tutto è concentrato sulla gara. Ma, trattandosi di una gara particolare in un luogo altrettanto particolare, mi lascio rapire dal complesso di elementi e guardo avanti.
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