The best way to celebrate the birthday is to run a good race. Yeah, too bad this time of year that the raw material shortages. How can I be born in the season that I hate most? Who bore me in her belly for nine months says that according to his calculations, I should have let me live in December: I obviously do not know, put out his head, there was the cold. Had it been possible, I would gladly have stalled for a while ' time yet, waiting for the thaw, as a bear in hibernation.
console ourselves with the fact that the anniversary falls on a Sunday, so I can make merry in the absence of appropriate celebrations - which, given time, are strictly banned.
contest, they said. So there might be some of the classic Madonna, something more than 12 km in circuit, very participatory and torn: does not inspire me at all. Or, at San Bartolomeo in Bosco, the Winter Marathon: running back in 2005 with my favorite Pacer. Too bad that the event can only remember a large cold barren lands lost in the fog, whipped by icy winds that blow from all sides. Of course, the distance, according to my current training program. But just look at the wheel of the race for me to decide: the awards discriminate against the female category in a shameful way. Apart from ambition and / or real possibility of placement, is a matter of principle: I continue to be indignant for such choices, mind you, mock Regulation Fidal - and I wonder why will grant approval to events that do not meet the standards laid down by it.
Excluding races so the only affordable, we have to adhere to the table: a fartlek on the 24km route wavy. The Val di Zena calls, and I run! This time not alone. This is really an event. The last one to accompany me on this path was Mauritius, a few centuries ago. But today we are many. Too many. Yes, because a bear is bear even when it accepts to train in the company: in the two can be pleasant, three can be interesting as well is a mess. Especially when you can not appropriated the whole track: the valley is picturesque and scenic, but it is a road on which you must proceed in single file. It seems that they prefer the crowded. From behind me touch on one foot, making me stagger. Partiamo malissimo! Già la mattina era iniziata nel peggiore dei modi, col morale mandato nel fango da quei sporchi individui che non mi danno pace neppure la domenica: sto davvero rasentando l’esaurimento nervoso. Qualche centinaia di metri e di nuovo, stavolta quasi finisco a terra. Stai davanti tu, per favore! Dentro ribollo, ma che diamine! Già non tollero simili comportamenti in gara, come possono accadere mentre ci si sta semplicemente allenando? Alla terza volta esplodo: non inveisco perché sono tra amici, ma mi fermo di colpo e li lascio andare. La tensione accumulata sta per esplodere in pianto: cerco di ingoiare il magone, come si può correre e piangere allo stesso tempo? Dove voglio andare, in queste condizioni? I come back, which is better. Just today, which also runs Jader ... Damn! What were those? Today you have to do your workout, without looking at anyone: it should be. The others are slower, or maybe you are saving for a happy end. I do not care. I do some 'variations . And childbirth. Three minutes at breakneck speed, reel but do not yield. I expect to be achieved in stroke recovery. But no, I'm still alone. And I'm a god! I have exceeded even the emotional crisis and I feel more charged than usual: Two weeks ago, the same place and same training, I gave up taking in more than one occasion. Today, however, walk away smooth enough to surprise an elderly cyclist who, intrigued by the subject, decided to escort me. You're doing the 16 exclaims. Well, I say - let alone , I say to myself. I asked where the finish line, he thinks maybe he's competing? the twelfth, I say. I warn you that the others are a hundred yards, boh ... I said 16, but were almost 17 . Yeah, right, on this path, then! And now you're catching up. Funny have a fan while you exercise. After each comment is away, continuing on his way, I suppose. The meeting but shortly afterwards, without waiting for a new incentive. Just two kilometers. The news from there I will return back to the mall and I am earning more points. Here I am, therefore, the critical point, the dreaded tear of the twelfth mile. Nothing dramatic, it's just the hardest climb of the route, all in all quite short. You still feel - and the greatest satisfaction in this stretch, you pass some cyclist who has burst on the pedals. The cyclist is beyond me but, now, is an ambassador of my training partners: I'm sorry, they told me to inform you that came back . For some reason, the news gives me a boost. I find the breath to thank him and head down to stretch up to the top where I expect my fans, who compliments and say hello to me - this time permanently.
In the mid-or only half? I can not say. I lost count of the changes, but I still have energy for others. Twelve kilometers are trivial, then they are just waiting for me so I have to hurry. Above all, I arrive in excellent condition and hear the applause. Okay, let's not exaggerate. But this unusual confidence in my powers can not be ignored. Especially considering that I was going to blow it (if not all in that country), after less than five kilometers of the race. Never before today has earned the motto "better alone" ... I am an asocial, I know. But if I want to trot along in glee, I go to a tapasciata any, where beauty is just talk right and left regardless of timing. Training on "real", however, does not compromise: I stick to my plan and I do not accept interference. Exactly. I messed up the woman on this earth, who can not even keep order on the table, with regard to the race track I need to follow well defined. After all, is not so contradictory. They are too messy and, above all, unsafe, to be able to manage fluency: a need for guidelines. Perhaps to challenge, possibly to change, even to twist if necessary. But woe to those who I have to the table. Not to mention those who were touching my feet!
Here is 3 km. Now it's done. The latter two are undulating enough to break your legs, which at this point they have accumulated quite a load of fatigue. But the sign marking the end of training is no longer a mirage, and the idea is enough to bring out the latest resources - and it's almost like the finish of a race.
Well, it went very well. We are all satisfied, better than that ?!...
I know I expect a sad day, and that there will be other crying. For nearly two hours, however, I was my own master and control the situation. Flashes of vitality that illuminates a dark period: see the light gives me hope that the darkness will soon dissolve. Once and for all.
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