a January filled with the constant stop-start raging, alternating between frantic in various accidents and unnecessary chases in pursuit of training lost. There saving the painful details, telling you only that if he really is over, we leave tomorrow: call missing at least one 150 km and at this point I feel like a cow chewing grass keep the trains pass.
scary and I have fallen behind on my train for the marathon of Treviso is passing now, with an intermediate stop in Verona, I put the ambition to split the world, but one thing is for sure: I will not sit still to watch it go , in one way or another I go up there on that train .
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