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... And there was a high wall, ugly and bad ..

and discovered that there is a wall of the fifteenth mile. Is there

precision between the fourteenth and the sixteenth and I got in full.

What happened?

Perhaps the strict diet consisting of carbohydrates hopped sports and noble proteins bagged the previous days?

Perhaps, if Jupiter pluvio c'annegava not a race a bit 'longer 10 km ce la dovevo mettere in settimana?

Forse il mal di testa e la nausea del sabato (postumi del venerdi sera)?

Peccato, perché la gara di domenica era proprio perfetta, ero io quella sbagliata, quella che “non è che una mattina ti svegli e ti vai a fare 21 km, tanto che sarà mai…ne hai già fatte tante”.

Non mi sembrava vero che, dopo sette giorni di pioggia, si vedessero il sole ed il cielo.

Guanti e pettorale ben allacciato sono partita cauta e concentrata, passo tranquillo.

Già dopo 10 minuti avevo una sete da turista disperso nel Sahara, il primo ristoro mi è sembrato un’oasi di felicità: water, tea, even oranges ..

fact, broken, I had become convinced that she felt a new energy that was missing at the start of everything.

Then we entered the pine forest, which of course was very pleasant to run: gone are the first 10 km in 55 minutes.

At one point, from inside the pine forest, I started to feel a familiar smell, something that I knew I had already heard, but now it seemed completely out of place.

Turn the curve that appears here is the sea, the sea breeze comes to us straight on the right side and I realize: I heard was the usual smell of diesel, which is brackish in ports.

back on the road, I notice that my legs still do their homework and I'm almost surprised.

Km 15: End of fuel, total hopelessness and pessimism, because there are still 6 km and do not really know where to go and get some 'strength to do it.

How not to end as I can, but in two hours four minutes and so many seconds.

I should check but I believe that this provision should now lead the hit parade of "worst half marathons successful."

propio Now why this is happened, I just asked to be listed at half Civitanova Marche marathon on Sunday ...

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Sunday was like the good old days, when we saw at 7 in the bar, were two of us without any hurry to go home for lunch, because we do not expect anyone.

So after all this time John and I left for Monte San Giusto, fairly close to home a race by 10 kilometers and a half, a noncompetitive, but very well attended.

completely flat, a reasonable distance, so it may be worth getting up early on Sunday, not too long because it is also John, who now trains with no fear but then when it runs at 4'30''.

Here at Monte San Giusto we had been at the dawn of my short career Running. I remember some details: how I was dressed (shirt and green pants blacks), a big laugh in front of an old Volkswagen branded "Trans del Piceno" which has become a constant in all the races I did in the south of the roller, the jar jam-pound for all participants.

I do not remember quite how the race went, I remember just a nice gentleman, towards the end, while I certainly complain of fatigue, but with John, who did not want to slow down too much, tells me that I was getting on me well. It was the usual gallant runner liar and a bit 'marpione.

This year there were new for all the jam and the Trans Piceno, I was there and maybe I was better than a couple of years ago, because in the end, risking heart attack, a pair of I scaled the positions and I can boast of having defended a twelfth place.

Of course, I do not know how many women there were, certainly at least 15, because I have 3 outdated I, maybe we were a very few and twelfth place is a ridiculous position in .... However, since "everything is relative, as it is and if I think" I am delighted me.

Now I'm here I look at it rain for three days, no end in sight and I think ...

I think I'll go for Sunday valleys and pine forests in Ravenna to make 21.097 km and I will go alone ...