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Of course, I do not know how many women there were, certainly at least 15, because I have 3 outdated I, maybe we were a very few and twelfth place is a ridiculous position in ....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 ...
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