Things will never be a bit 'of dirt? It seems that last year (while I grope in the marathon of Ravenna), the weather had made this race a true test of a cross. Today I must therefore be regarded as successful: no rain for some days, as the moisture impervious, the risk of sinking in the quicksand would be averted. But yes, this land is not so bad. Indeed, in a sense, I run better now than in previous km: paved, yes, but with all winds.
as I left a rocket and I would not found hanged soon. The first two are there, not so far apart, however too much for my chances. Too much? Why? Woe be denied opportunities. It is true that today, from the beginning, do not stand for the belief (I know, is not new). Besides, how is it done? Who beat me by a whisker last Sunday I had already humiliated on other occasions: in fact, this year I have never been back. Why this Sunday should be done differently? The "boss" said he wants me on the podium, that laugh! However, on closer inspection, you do not see many adversaries for granted ranked first and second, the third position is to be played. Play, then, and play hard. Yes, because, whatever happens, I want to bring certainty to the finish: to have done their best.
Trail covered with wet leaves: ah, here it slows down too much. Thank God that the stroke is short, the gravel on clay does not restrict too much: on a dirt road so I can run almost decently, too. The Garmin, that peek from time to time, reveals that go along enough yet shipped, but this reassures me I have strong doubts about my estate: I'm struggling a lot, and the race is still long. As far as I can hold this pace? I'd love to know what is happening behind me, but not I dare turn around. Whenever I feel the approach of someone, I try to catch the pass and breath whether it is male or female. I fear that the enemy really is controlling me, fool me for the better. Mid is gone, and comes shortly after the tenth km. Unable to avoid the ugly memory of a week ago when, at this distance, I lost one position. But that's another story. I'm fine. Sure, I lost what little thing compared to the initial enthusiasm, but my legs are still in good thrust. In a couple of corners I try to check, at the corner of my eye hazard. Do not capture anything significant, but at a quick glance it may miss details determinanti. Occorre però mantenere la concentrazione, specie ora che mancano pochi chilometri: i più difficili. Richiamo alla mente immagini, pensieri, episodi di successo. Oggi non ho nessuno al mio fianco, non ci sono voci amiche che mi sostengano: è solo in me che devo trovare la giusta carica. Due chilometri ancora. Sono decisamente al limite, se mi supera adesso mi butto nel fosso. Meno uno. Brava, terza donna! Rizzo le antenne, per carpire eventuali incitamenti alla quarta… Non odo nulla, che sia già al sicuro? Meglio non fidarsi, specie dopo avere individuato, grazie ad una rotonda, che l’avversaria non è poi così lontana. Sono terza, e terza devo restare: metto le ali e volo, a costo di schiantarmi.
Here. You see? I climbed on the podium. Today I am satisfied. Of course, not one hundred percent, there is always that slightly sour note that cracks a smile. Just do not pay any attention, and be lulled by the melody sometimes does well.
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