I'm sorry to disappoint those rare "silent readers" (not so much the anonymous anonymous indomitable still haunt my blog ...) perhaps ready to enjoy a post full of disappointment and bitterness, but ... are really happy of my marathon lagoon!
"If you get to the finish line knowing that I had given everything, then you're a winner regardless of the time it takes."
No race in which he comes to the finish line, I do not repeat this phrase given to me by Alby , which perfectly sums up what is my approach to competition: it is also the explanation for why today I am happy and proud a marathon, from the standpoint lap was a wreck!
The suspicion that two marathons in two weeks was a project outside of my scope Athletics ( read "Fatcazzata" ) retrocranio already reverberated in my days, the voice of rationality has tried to convince me to do until the last race relaxed and without ambitions of glory, but I could not bear the remorse of not having tried.
I had groped, lay the cards on the table, bet all my chips the cry of "All in!" and hope that no one should see my bluff, but someone came to see the hand poker, exposing my littleness today, but ... it's the beauty of the game! dare and try! A prestart
characterized the meetings, we're really many who see you or we pass for the first time and as always it is exciting to give a face to those who until a few minutes before were simple nickname.
Photos of ritual and we cages.
am looking for a dream (a utopia?) And to get me to the next pacer of 3h 30 ', trained and hoping not to give up a moment: ready, set, go!
The first kilometer run fast and smooth, but almost immediately I realize that I'm pulling the rhythm Fat quiet, you only need heating.
The group is large, as always, I stand "lined and covered" right in the middle, away from any temptation to use a different pace.
10 ° km, regular 49'49 ". As we go, Fat? In short, I'm pushing to stay in step ...
15th km, swallow a sip of water to throw at the bottom of the first gel belly, hoping to give me a little 'because of the lively spirit of the moment I only have the spirit!
21 ° Km, our pacer lead us as a Swiss train in 1h 44 '54 ", but I see half of the inflatable like a mirage in the desert, it looks like the finish and I'm only half way and do not have legs make it more.
is not a mental crisis, the head is still determined, but it's not just the physical to do it: I have the breath, thick and heavy steps to the spleen, but do not give up yet.
stubborn insist for a few more kilometers where now I understand that if I keep this risk to jump like a mine; inadvertently slow down the pace, the train goes and now my goal is converted into "get down, get healthy, get a smile" .
think you have to do another twenty miles knowing I have more energy is tremendous, but since the yield is not covered by my program, I hold strongly to small milestones: run until the next refreshment, then from there you walk on a bit '... here is the bridge, I'll do all this running uphill, then downhill pull your breath ...
At San Giuliano park (in one of the sections where I allowed myself a little 'walk) alongside Fabio me that spurs me to run, also encourages me and I try to stay with him (thanks Fabio!), but mine is a very aggressive treatment, it is useless to insist, I just did not!
The Liberty Bridge is joined by Coach Service Broom and I take the eyes of those low, wrapped in blankets, left the race, many will be injured, but how many will simply give up without a fight?
I do not. Not today. Not now. I want to get to the end, I want to quit this race and I want to do it under 4 hours.
The bridge is over, a final stretch of the road and when I see the sign of 40km collect the crumbs to honor this splendida città con quella che appare dal mio interno come una cavalcata trionfale e che mi rendo conto, da fuori, appare come un'agonizzante imitazione di un runner!
I 14 ponti li supero con cattiveria, sorrido ad ogni bambino o fotografo perchè oggi mi sento vincitore; il gonfiabile del traguardo mi accoglie a braccia alzate, le dita ad indicare il 7 delle maratone da me concluse in tre anni di corse ed il pensiero commosso a chi non ha potuto concludere quegli ultimi cento metri della sua ultima corsa, ma che da allora percorre insieme a me ogni mio traguardo.
Ciao Paolo, questa medaglia è anche tua.
"If you get to the finish line knowing that I had given everything, then you're a winner regardless of the time it takes."
No race in which he comes to the finish line, I do not repeat this phrase given to me by Alby , which perfectly sums up what is my approach to competition: it is also the explanation for why today I am happy and proud a marathon, from the standpoint lap was a wreck!
The suspicion that two marathons in two weeks was a project outside of my scope Athletics ( read "Fatcazzata" ) retrocranio already reverberated in my days, the voice of rationality has tried to convince me to do until the last race relaxed and without ambitions of glory, but I could not bear the remorse of not having tried.
I had groped, lay the cards on the table, bet all my chips the cry of "All in!" and hope that no one should see my bluff, but someone came to see the hand poker, exposing my littleness today, but ... it's the beauty of the game! dare and try! A prestart
characterized the meetings, we're really many who see you or we pass for the first time and as always it is exciting to give a face to those who until a few minutes before were simple nickname.
Photos of ritual and we cages.
am looking for a dream (a utopia?) And to get me to the next pacer of 3h 30 ', trained and hoping not to give up a moment: ready, set, go!
The first kilometer run fast and smooth, but almost immediately I realize that I'm pulling the rhythm Fat quiet, you only need heating.
The group is large, as always, I stand "lined and covered" right in the middle, away from any temptation to use a different pace.
10 ° km, regular 49'49 ". As we go, Fat? In short, I'm pushing to stay in step ...
15th km, swallow a sip of water to throw at the bottom of the first gel belly, hoping to give me a little 'because of the lively spirit of the moment I only have the spirit!
21 ° Km, our pacer lead us as a Swiss train in 1h 44 '54 ", but I see half of the inflatable like a mirage in the desert, it looks like the finish and I'm only half way and do not have legs make it more.
is not a mental crisis, the head is still determined, but it's not just the physical to do it: I have the breath, thick and heavy steps to the spleen, but do not give up yet.
stubborn insist for a few more kilometers where now I understand that if I keep this risk to jump like a mine; inadvertently slow down the pace, the train goes and now my goal is converted into "get down, get healthy, get a smile" .
think you have to do another twenty miles knowing I have more energy is tremendous, but since the yield is not covered by my program, I hold strongly to small milestones: run until the next refreshment, then from there you walk on a bit '... here is the bridge, I'll do all this running uphill, then downhill pull your breath ...
At San Giuliano park (in one of the sections where I allowed myself a little 'walk) alongside Fabio me that spurs me to run, also encourages me and I try to stay with him (thanks Fabio!), but mine is a very aggressive treatment, it is useless to insist, I just did not!
The Liberty Bridge is joined by Coach Service Broom and I take the eyes of those low, wrapped in blankets, left the race, many will be injured, but how many will simply give up without a fight?
I do not. Not today. Not now. I want to get to the end, I want to quit this race and I want to do it under 4 hours.
The bridge is over, a final stretch of the road and when I see the sign of 40km collect the crumbs to honor this splendida città con quella che appare dal mio interno come una cavalcata trionfale e che mi rendo conto, da fuori, appare come un'agonizzante imitazione di un runner!
I 14 ponti li supero con cattiveria, sorrido ad ogni bambino o fotografo perchè oggi mi sento vincitore; il gonfiabile del traguardo mi accoglie a braccia alzate, le dita ad indicare il 7 delle maratone da me concluse in tre anni di corse ed il pensiero commosso a chi non ha potuto concludere quegli ultimi cento metri della sua ultima corsa, ma che da allora percorre insieme a me ogni mio traguardo.
Ciao Paolo, questa medaglia è anche tua.
