As I wrote yesterday, the weather gave him water, and water was. Accomplice
the thought of going back as a chick wet cold, the fact that today is the worst of FIASP Cremasco (in my opinion, all with the utmost respect for the organizers of Rivolta d'Adda is well understood), the fact that environmental conditions were optimal for promoting the family along to bed, I got up relatively late - 9:30 - breakfast quietly, and then I calm loooong prepared to exit.
I must say that on these occasions when I have little desire, almost unconsciously to the rhythm very slow recovery in apparel, as if seeking an excuse to by-pass.
Well, by hook or by crook at one point I found myself outside to run, under the flood, in the meantime the rain became more intense. The
do very short: when the traffic lights I had to stop to wait for the green and I noticed that all passing motorists stared at me, very honestly I did not think of a hero who knows, virtuous athlete, a man of iron or other . I felt like an idiot just that instead of enjoying a rainy Sunday morning at home in front of the fireplace, lingering with a newspaper and a long breakfast, was out to get water and cool for an unspecified goal (the end does not really have a few races in preparation). And even after
along the Marzal, not meeting anyone, but I say nobody, I thought it was really the only gun of the day, pace of who sings the poetry of running in solitude.
The race went well, however, at the end rain jacket always does his dirty work, so I let go, even without watching the clock, hidden beneath the waterproof layer, but trying to pitch with confidence, a feeling heartbeats and micro objectives.
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