... so is the weak that I find it hard to press keys
of notebooks to illustrate yet another fantastic adventure Running Group 3C, the 'lactic acid
arrived to the fingertips!
Grit your teeth and tell you
:
the morning of November 7
a small but fierce band of red and white runners participated in the marathon of
"Basso Garda" in that Carpenedolo, first a clarification
, the Garda was so just below that he has not seen
! The organizers perhaps fanciful to grab a few more entry
have exploited the similarity with the nearby lake. Okay
apart from this digression we say that the event was organized and dignified
although the path for much of the track on side roads outside urban
was pleasant enough. Under the arch
departure we were just under a thousand, the 3C has deployed 8
elements, Samu Jet, speedy Monia, Mirco-Dalmatia, Danis, as well as
Bocelli, Sander and me (Chicken).
course even before the start of Samu-Jet and
Speedy-Monia disappear to sneak into the top runner for the truth
Sander has also tried going to deploy its
in the front row, but was invited, not too gently, to
take place in the back ... I wonder why they have now identified as
NOT a top runner? And wearing goggles white
really cool, the Garmin last generation and had that look of grim
3'10 " at km that would impress even a Kenyan, I
if I was one of the judges, at least I would have asked the general!
a seat in the center of the herd, the air was almost warm them in half
we exchanged greetings and good run shortly after we finally
parties.
from storage and start up the first kilometers, and Monica Samu
apart (which we found a race already over
shower and fragrant), the 3C proceeded almost compact, then you are
outlined the forces at work, the duo Dalmazio Mirco-
are stretched and quickly disappeared from our view, while just wheel swirled
good legs too our Bocelli, who was
visible only when the road zigzagged down narrow country lanes, a little
back was me, Danny and Sander, who punctuated a perfect
5'10 "at km up to half of the race, since I must say here that I felt a
much in shape, even the pace we had set me
had just bruised, whereupon the turning point: Dany
moves faster and earn a few meters, Sander does not react, what do I do? I
a quick check of the telemetry and decide to follow ... Dany
legs go! The wind? Also what is there, and oh but we said that we would run this marathon
all together or not?
At this point the dilemma ... do I slow down and shoulder Sander in trouble or try the
staff?
I go in search of ephemeral glory or decelerated more strength
decade-long friendship? Obviously I try
staff! Sander
who cares, not even me around, you never know who crosses the
his eyes and begged me to slow down.
So it was at the finish line
timer (provided by Sander), said it had made "personal"
I turn to see if someone followed me and I see speeding Dany ... Sander
where is?
Bhooo! Dany is concerned, maybe it was Bad!
of him we have lost track around the 13 km mark, some remorse (but not too
) I began to feel it, is to see that it was really bad
... None of this, Sander decidedly bad day has continued
trot, he even stopped to make and supply
finally had a shower before us!
A cold and a bit '
sorry, I offer public apology to his friend Sander, for it
sadly left on the racetrack, I pledge that I will be
in Cream by your side till the end ... (if Dany
decides to stretch yet!)
Written by Andrea (aka Chicken)
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