who had spoken so enthusiastically of this race, will then have to explain to me what we find so appealing. The fact that the women are divided into two categories would be enough to save me the cost of registration (I find it incomprehensible that the races do not comply with approved Fidal all the same regulations.) But curiosity wins: if you like many, will also be worth it, and it is also worth to test my legs over the classic distance of the half marathon.
If there is snow or ice, however, do not move. These were the premises: disregarded. Our area was spared from the snow that much of central and northern bleached is true, but it is equally true that the freezing temperatures have paved roads.
Come on, it just slips here, where cars do not pass, but the path is clean ... Yes, you're right. What do you know the conditions asphalt out there? You know what I say? I do a mile and go back!
Competitors high level, even from outside the region. For me is a mystery. I am here almost by accident, but all these people flocked to the marathon of Voltana just do not understand.
Well, fired, let's start running.
Attendance family in front of me - yes, even here the usual opponents, but it was budgeted. The control, others more or less known to overtake when I realize, the signal of the first mile, the My Garmin has stopped at 400 meters: what have I done? Restore it, but now the collection is busted. I'm running at an acceptable pace, the challenge is to keep it until the end. I have already forgotten the ice: it is true, the road is almost perfect. There are those who want to test it in detail: before me, in fact, a barefoot runner. I do not know if you deserve the compliments or a straitjacket, but there you are: the excess and I continue on my path.
We are hurtling along a riverbank when I hand a crown of blond I had glimpsed at the beginning: she has speeded up or I'm falling? I actually lost ground, the slight headwind I sta infastidendo, ma ancora di più mi disturba il simpaticone che mi si è incollato alle calcagna. Sopporto per un po’, poi provo a scostarmi: niente, un’ombra. Quasi sento il suo fiato sul collo e, peggio, i suoi piedi sfiorare i miei: MI STAI TROPPO ATTACCATO! Zero reazioni, adesso lo meno! Calma, stai perdendo energie per colpa di ‘sto deficiente! Il ristoro è la mia salvezza: il furbastro si ferma e io proseguo, voglio proprio vedere se riesce a riprendermi…
Strappo in salita, non ci voleva. Sono ancora in discrete condizioni, cerchiamo di non ammosciarci.
Un po’ di discesa, provo a lanciarmi, ma il tract is too short. And now: dirt! I missed just ... And I just passed a tough cookie, you'll see that I now hang up. What I'm slowing down? I do not know, I avoid checking out. I also try not to curse too much, better to save all the forces still available. Finished the dirt road (terribly long), again a tear at the end of which are undermined by another opponent that I had left behind at the start. Damn, like running! It seems dragged by his hare, who screams all the time. Lucky you ... I have to grit your teeth and think that two kilometers are trivial. Come on, yet another, how will it? You can almost start counting the steps, how many are in 500 meters? The stopwatch at the finish line shall unceasingly: 01:30:50-51-52 ... That sucks, but at least make sure that no shots on 31. Seems to be made, however, lacks the official: I will stay in doubt until the rankings come out.
Well, all things considered, in a polar day, with zero motivation, a couple of miles off road and two little rise, it's not gone bad. Of course, if I had not lost all those positions ...
Changing rooms and hot showers, at least those. Coming home I fall asleep, wondering what there is still so appealing in this race.
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