There are 62 days ... Continue training ... Indeed, to be honest, the last period was stormy to say the least and they have had a sharp decline ...
I was staying for a week, and with the excuse I hope you have recovered the hassle (in fact, pain) in his left knee that I mentioned last episode. Thursday
I really need to run, the need to clear your head was big. I prepare for a 7km in peace, just to pick up the pace after the forced stop. To give me a reference, set with Nike + iPod workout of 10 km, with the intention to finish first. The first kilometers are complicated because the knee tells me that the pain is gone, but I continue feeling good. And I find that after a few kilometers begins to move. From Montebelluna Posmon step, do the dirt road that passes behind them, one and a half of the industrial zone, go out and go on to Caerano, low road. I realize I made a stupid because it was dark (around 18.00) and in that way there is not even a streetlight to pay it. I thank the bib REFLECTOR, I take a few insults from motorists in a hurry, and so on ...
in the headset I get a "you're halfway," verify that the Gambro there and go forward.
"3 km objective"
"2 km with the objective "...
and legs are seldom go as you go. Every now and then control the pass, which continues to remain on 4.40-4.50/km." last mile ". Caerano Spending center, and without realizing it "Congratulations, you've reached your goal." And down again. I do to avoid turning off the main road with no sidewalk, and I'm at home with 12.27km shoulders. Li I realize how much the head can affect the pace of Gambro. Shower, and then organize a beer in which to drown the thoughts running elaborate.
Two days of recovery, and today, given the nice day, I think the "half-long." In my head I about twenty miles, in Fossalunga vision of the race on Sunday. I just have some doubts along the way, when "Hello Robi! I do not understand a thing on the pc ...". Messages to explain, it's complicated ... He lives about 10-11km from me ... Excellent, found the path. Barter consulting with the half glass of water on my arrival, and get ready. The arrival of a little granddaughter delay the departure time, bringing it to 3.20.
I make a couple of warm-up sets, 3 minutes running and one minute walk, and so on. I decide to go for Caonada and then tie the main road of the forest, I remembered full of people walking and cycling. Not all these people was estimated that in September and that today there have been three degrees. Only accompanied by a runner crossing a bike and a couple with the stroller. The rest, only car. Volpago to get down, I'm surprised by seeing the floats and cut into (???) Camalò, a famous center of the world, towards the "rest." Until them, the knee he has not complained except for the first few miles, the wind and the temperature there is good. Cool-down walking, stretching, consultancy and catering [thanks:)]. The
out of the house is traumatic. The sweat on his shirt and gloves will freeze instantly and the sun that made the first pleasant climate with the temperature fell. The hands are affected for a while.
I learn on my skin, too, that "he who hesitates is Peduto." The legs weighed a lot. Is not enough, from there to the main road of the forest is all uphill. The man's brain themselves that "this climb past, will surely better." Nonsense. Arrived at the main road, tar against that man's brain. 7 km, and the feet fall uncontrolled, the spleen begins to demand attention and even the optimist man starts to drop. Fortunately, in the distance:
Caonada's bell. "You've come this far, you want to stop now ???".
Well, yes. But in the end wins the pride I take a picture with the phone (in the graph you see that I slowed down, stopping for 5 seconds does not make it out of focus, but has failed badly the same) and go forward. The new goal
is to arrive at the station, then I would stop for a moment. Arriving at the station: "Well now comes up in center."
The little man is a great coward. The SportBand
control that marks me 9.40km. Check that the agreement would be arrived at 10km. Without the 10.02km race. At that time part of the headphones' The center of the world "by Ligabue. I take this opportunity to alienate some thoughts while walking recovery. 4 minutes, because then there is "Symphaty for the Devil" by Guns N 'Roses. With a background like that, I imagine Aldo Rock me yelling "Go man! Go man." The man's brain is officially stupid. Pass through the center, crowded for the appetizer. I remember that I had to find a friend for a spritz, I send a message and "run" at home to take a shower [thank you, without you I would have made walking:)]. Total for the day: 22.6km, 4.55/km media.
House. Fritattina sopressa with slices and to regain energy. Shower. And a spritz away.
The legs are still tussle with the man, who has perhaps a bit exaggerated today.
In any case, we found that:
1) if you have thoughts on my mind, running you over the head and not the ones you'll see the miles. Alternatively, think about the race and you will not have thoughts on his mind.
2) there is a fast food, but nothing in mid-stretch and do not stop too.
You never stop learning.
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