-20 days
After long break, I participated in a non-competitive ... I chose Lovadina, due to its proximity to home for the presence of a friend of RunningForum.
At least eight flights are under 2 minutes and I see that someone else had the same idea, scared by the short time given birth.
first major decision: I will mark the SportBand Only the distance. No time, no speed. Let me choose my legs.
The route is pleasant, almost completely paved or beaten, only a few bits dirt. The temperature is still stiff, I would say about 4gradi. The route was marked and all the volunteers were already at critical points. By slalom among those who have gone before, walking (when they reach the end altimenti refreshment -.- ') arrival near the end, and I find two signs saying "deviation". One pointing to the right, one pointing to the left, together. Doubtful, wondering which way to turn a mannikin, you need to ship to finish the 5km to go, and he sends me to the left ... I listen, but they start the doubt: people running in my way (since I'm going to start, I should be in reverse), the road is not what I thought .. until you step in front of a house already seen. 5km before. I was back in the path. I ask directions and people tell me to go back. I insulted that old volunteer in a variety of languages.
But there's more! Why to go back to the start, I was "wrong direction" in a lot of parties obviously aged over 60 before the start. And here the first foul deed: to dodge a ... CRACK! the left foot rests and evil takes a retort ... Curse and I collapsed to the ground. Indifference. Indeed, a nice gentleman who soprannominerò The Old Man, look at me and says ironically "You have cramps?". Only the pain stops me from the jump on him. I am about to leave but I have to stop after 5 meters. A lady stops to make sure of my condition, I tell her what happened and "No, man .. .. I still can not call someone who is to take, you can not run this ..."
"... you can not run this ..." This sentence triggered
me all the adrenaline I had in my body, and unladylike, I did say "ENOUGH! In 20 days I have the marathon." Somehow, I get up and continues running. Excuse me, ma'am, I was a bit 'nervous.
little farther, I find RunningForum of Horeb, he had just made the 12km and was about to make 21, I turn and I I put in wake: We chat, then know that its wheelbase is about twenty seconds faster than mine, I greet him and let him go.
Another strategic choice: Ipod not run: after the 5km, I put it in his pocket and hello. I decided after that on Thursday, in practice, no ipod, and without checking the time, I made my Personal Best of 10km, taking it in 46'45 ". Assuming that I was not healthy, I felt slow and a bit 'dismantled ... I was shocked when I plugged the SportBand and appeared:
therefore, no ipod, no time ... just my legs.
The ankle has not suffered much, the "run above "this time it worked. I hope I am not surprise tomorrow morning.
The course is articulated in beautiful places, the atmosphere was really nice, because being the party a bit 'before I was almost alone. It also enters in a beautiful park, which, however, has the ground at times a bit muddy and uneven, with some up and down. All things very short, but they do get attention.
On my 15th km (one-tenth of 21 Journal) beginning to reach me from the first half-marathon, I pass like lightning. Sensing arrive, I always try to move and give him the best path.
the first restaurant I purchase sugar, maybe even too much given the assumption of energy gel. The stomach is a bit 'suffers. Around the nineteenth
beginning to feel tired, but I'm well, which gives me more energy. I decide to walk a few yards when I arrived at 21.100km, to see my pattern simulating a half marathon. Calculating the wrong (bearing in mind that when I fell and when I stopped to rest I stopped the clock), the confusion caused by the wrong indication, leaving the runners that come to pass behind me, I do not expect to make a much time on the half, because I saved some energy to finish the race. Twenty, I walk a few meters, look at the clock: 1:42 a.m. '. I remember that my PB is about half 1h42'35 ". I can not seconds to decide to see if this time was beaten or not, but it comes second ... and anyway, I am petrified.
Bello cargo division. 100metri after there is refreshment and catch a glass of water.
I could not imagine that, after 1km, would begin the rout.
The muscle of the right leg, one just inside the knee cap (I've never done anatomy) jumps. The leg yield any support and I'm limping. I do not. 6km missing on arrival, and I have to stop. Without even the clock and going to a hundred meters, I think it passing ... because the pain fades and starts to run ... for another km. Then, again, stop. This walk-race series I made up arrival. Aware that walk after 22km and then resume it would have been devastating.
arrival of the legs were boulders, terrible evil in any position: sitting, standing, walking, lying ... Slowly I head to the car, Dovo remain for fifteen minutes with his feet on the dashboard hoping steps. Still in pain, confinement to home, already with the vision of the couch. I still hear them posthumously, with cramps and muscle aches.
A great disappointment. It is a big doubt. Do not hold 25km is not a good sign, and the idea of \u200b\u200bseeing me in Piazza dei Signori in 20 days is further away. Very bad history.
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