Still, the race is still long.
is true, and it is equally true that they are playing like a novice reckless, almost did not know how fundamental it is able to dose the energy. I stuck to the unknown in the head, convinced that she can stand there and check. Yes, check: I did pay more attention to what is stated the Garmin, I would realized that the pace could not be within my reach. But I was fine, did not feel even the effort, the rain, then bathed the screen of the time trial, so I picked it as badly reported.
is true, and it is equally true that they are playing like a novice reckless, almost did not know how fundamental it is able to dose the energy. I stuck to the unknown in the head, convinced that she can stand there and check. Yes, check: I did pay more attention to what is stated the Garmin, I would realized that the pace could not be within my reach. But I was fine, did not feel even the effort, the rain, then bathed the screen of the time trial, so I picked it as badly reported.
Halfway through the race, however, I find myself already drowned. And the opponent, overcoming, I cut the road to serve the rest, forcing a sudden stop, is a real curse. Thanks to Gaetano, who today decided to run with me, I can not let me down. Still, the race is still a long . In fact, I expect this failure, although, I confess, I was hoping that the margin earned in those ten kilometers could get mad enough cover. Serious mistake! Now I have to bite the bullet and try to minimize the damage. It must be said that having someone who will take the next step and makes you feel if signs of slowing down is pure oxygen. Sure, your legs and wind are but a friendly presence to give you know that strength and security that, in times of trouble, collapsed suddenly and annulling any commitment. Just a few words, often only a gesture to ward off the evil demons that lead to the depletion of energy. I feel like I was fed by a current source: I am about to go out, a sudden charge revives me, preventing me from losing ground. Okay so, I'm at a safe distance, anything can happen.
Come on, that we attacked . It is the voice of a companion company (what a shame, do not even know his name ...), and today we are just glad to find an ally. I try to follow him, being able to stay in the slipstream would be perfect now that the wind is annoyingly contrary. But his pace is beyond my current means.
Still, attack the last mile. My guardian angel did not abandon me, even though much stronger than me. He believes, and I believe it. There are now only a few meters distance ourselves, now is the time. I feel already grabbed it, when his companion turns back, sensing the danger. This is what I feared. She, of course, respond. Gaetano spurs me not to give up but, about 300 meters from the finish, I understand that they are not able to whip the leg winner. Crosses the finish line a few steps before me. Even today, the answer to those who ask me if it is satisfied with his usual grin.
Brava, you did a great race. Thank you, Gary, is also thanks to you. I definitely think that alone would not have achieved this. Probably I would, however, placed third, but with a gap much larger - so, with a time very disappointing. Not that I closed with some kind of time, but it's still the best in the last two years, a sign that la strada è quella buona. E dovrò proseguire sulle mie gambe, perché non sempre si ha accanto qualcuno che ti mette le ali. Di certo, conserverò il fervore di Gaetano come il ricordo più prezioso di questa giornata, affinché mi sia di aiuto anche nelle prossime.
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