I'm back ..........
At the top of the hill and seeing the beautiful landscape around us the race started to decline ... I think to recover positions and threw his head down, but if I climb the old folks have passed I have pulled down! jumping from one stone to another seemed ibex .. .. but I unchecked a boar with his arms flapping in each log.
The only surge of pride was the last mile asphalt road racer from where my talents are making me out to recover a fifteen positions. I conclude these 10km in about 166 and 122 ° in 1h.01 '.09 ". I still have to say that a race other than the usual is good ... I enjoyed it so much and for once there is been the preoccupation of the time, the media, location, etc..
after my last 2 races to finish withdrawing Cuneo in Cuneo yesterday I decided to re-fold the mountain. Just the mountain was the key component: not having a good condition (unfortunately I'm just back), having no desire to look at the rhythms, take the partial per km, or set the clock continuously resulting in paranoia I attended my first race in the mountains along the paths of the Hill Cervasca.
What can I say ........ is another sport.
just started after about 400 meters and the road began to climb immediately to the dirt roads where I was half right or wrong group, so I naively thought to bring in the former.
But after only six minutes to race the improbable: the lactic acid had already taken place comfortably in my poor thighs and was giving a bitter taste in my throat that flavor that comes after a 3000 fire at full speed. The idea was to stop me, but seeing those walking in front I decided to imitate them: folded in half and helping with the back legs with his arms I began to climb. From my ignorance I thought that walking was easy, indeed ....................................... .... since yesterday but as I understand it is very hard to run. I can only say that I could not stay behind and elderly ladies who came up walking: I had to the best of thighs and calves of marble. The more I tried to increase the pace to recover and the more I stuck having to sell positions (given the pace in single file) to these talented retired at the start I would not have given 2 pounds.
After about half an hour notice the dirt road turns to tarmac and climb down: convinced that the suffering was over crossing the refreshment his friend Augustus leads me to force myself at times saying that I would face the uphill ugly piece ...... ..
Coooooooooossssaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa ?????? and one just finished what was it?? Immediately you start to climb, clinging to the trees in places like a salami, I tried to pull me up and helped with their arms .... The elderly all this while continuing to extract them from all sides as if the road had been straight.
Coooooooooossssaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa ?????? and one just finished what was it?? Immediately you start to climb, clinging to the trees in places like a salami, I tried to pull me up and helped with their arms .... The elderly all this while continuing to extract them from all sides as if the road had been straight.
At the top of the hill and seeing the beautiful landscape around us the race started to decline ... I think to recover positions and threw his head down, but if I climb the old folks have passed I have pulled down! jumping from one stone to another seemed ibex .. .. but I unchecked a boar with his arms flapping in each log.
The only surge of pride was the last mile asphalt road racer from where my talents are making me out to recover a fifteen positions. I conclude these 10km in about 166 and 122 ° in 1h.01 '.09 ". I still have to say that a race other than the usual is good ... I enjoyed it so much and for once there is been the preoccupation of the time, the media, location, etc..
evening ended well with pizza and drink with his friend Frank Augustus and the dragon. Now I think to some other race like this but especially to put in and to return to competitive races and some 10km half marathon.