E così sono sopravvissuta anche alla Maratonina di Natale fuori stagione a San Marino, nonostante l’autista abbia mancato alla grande l’uscita dell’autostrada and that, thanks to this, we soon lost, despite the cold, despite the inflatable is deflated and the inglorious departure, although mostly in the legs had a 10-mile.
In fact, after following the advice of fellow students for a cautious start, this did not help to prevent more or less decided on the twelfth km legs for a general strike.
Since there was not so bad, I thought the toughest climbs and long had passed, I was so convinced that climbing is due to come out of a downhill strength proportionate.
eighth seemed km to stand on the roof of the world lay in front of Mount Titano, very Christmas season, all sprinkled with white, with its towers and its profile "medieval" was a feast for the eyes, even if difficult to enjoy while vented as transandino a train.
Then a nice downhill, long, half it was hard to govern the legs, then another climb, but in the middle of this holy man with a flag in hand and a fluorescent yellow vest (think of an angel Providence), to the great relief of all, we had made a detour to a park, to the great relief of the legs. Here I am in tenth
km: Undertake excessive speed! I I almost picked up a chick that was over a mile before ... they were clearly the last moments before the collapse of vitality.
Twelfth km: dead, over ... even the plain seems to climb. Fortunately, there are only three kilometers.
1 hour and 29 minutes of effort ...