bad bad bad ... if not the name of the Giro Varesotto not carry out a circuit, Run with the Puma ko after the first stage, now at third ... luckily this time the problems are only in the stomach and head to head?? I said nothing! is my enemy number 1 ... the most treacherous and tough. demoralicazzato are ... because I really wanted this Winter and I liked it, I like to run the fields and the snow, I like the spikes, the spartan atmosphere that revolves around, in fact I like all of these cross ... but probably not enough .
Today I felt ready to load and legs, but the mistakes in feed not get you anywhere, if you want to keep certain rhythms that are then your limit, you can not get on the race with a stomach like a block of marble, especially at these temperatures, even though today it was still a sunny day and even enjoyable.
Then we put a load of 90, my enemy, head, 5 minutes before departure something has gone wrong and the shot came even unexpected, the other parts of the body bore until the stress could, in fact the course is 1 km away fast in 4'01 "without force and it amazed me a lot.
During the second km I started to stiffen and even shutting it down to 4'21 "something was wrong, the alarm bell was sounded, I feel just the Stefy Capasso and cheering me on with his half-hearted" by Daniel "perhaps he had sensed the same that I was off ... now it was hard beyond measure. In the third 600m
km despite the sunny day ... I've seen the dark materialize by the blue sky ... I was gradually passed too easily, without making any resistance and even a small reaction, Francesca Colombo and joins me in amazement overtook me, after three races before the arrival, spurs me on, but already squeezed from a sponge of water is not now nor will come out more, comes the Janine with its elegant gait career ... so I do not even see, then other people do not usually encounter in the race, now I'm Caracalla, I am now in the vicinity of the parking, my car is there and waiting for me, the head decides to stop responding (flaskback of 1000 ), and cross the tape that marks the path is over ... ... ... Pandino closer to my red, I see Fabrizio and Miky Miky ... no really go with his first pitch, a marathon runner (The Michael that in February seems intent on making a nice experience in the trail, Miky Brava), and behind her shadow as the Fabry, but I urge them are so caught up in their gestures that I do not feel, or maybe my voice is was so weak from not even be perceived, yet I can not encourage friends today, oh well, I got into the car and close like a clam in my despair.
The path I did, fast and moved to the right still hold a certain pace, so I have no excuses, I know, I know, I know! I have a fragile temperament to run, too, if I do not mind free and serene, I could not leave, I'm in trouble and run away like a coward but I am not willing to rural do feel at ease, I do not feel at home.
I think I made too many enemies in my soul Running "... now you have added your stomach!
My soul ... ... that is private for a long time ko!
way home I think I'm angry and demoralized by all the cameras that take pictures of the highway, because during the race his friend David complained to me fate just a picture, I thought to refer back to my own way!
pity, even the trip to Paris is gone, I had a little thought that if I was lucky enough to win (SIII goodnight !!!), I would give to my niece as a Christmas gift, we would go with her husband. .. and children at home, I would have given short a marvelous weekend ... patience ... who has been deservedly in the circuit is right for him to dream about it.
I just hope that the photos that I can to please someone, otherwise I could also stay at home ... I did less damage to myself!
The image in the photograph is the only good thing about today ... indeed would be two ...
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