I knew that was it, I knew that I was still tired, that the marathon I still weighed on him, then there was all that climb at the end .. But I also thought that, after 42 km, 21 I would be flown, that party and I arrived without even renderme account.
Inceve not.
Parto optimistic from the square of the town of Serra de 'Conti, I'll loose the first 2 miles and look for a pitch.
legs defiant face first down and keep the good plain, everything is very familiar to me, I recognize the path.
Then comes the first hill, about a mile, your legs adapt to tearing, feel the burn until the end, but goes along with them because I know that the road after the curve flattens.
I resume the pace and faced the second part, but beginning to feel the void. At the 15th
a nice downhill, just in time for me to understand because they are tired a lot. The legs do not even carry the force of gravity, while the head is the figure of the last hard climb.
Here the last climb, the last effort, three kilometers to climb on top of the country ... and finally there are the legs stop: 1h56'49''.
Run you who can ...
It goes well, but do not overdo that the legs are tired and then I do not even believe in altruism jogging time.
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