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Speechless Two goals which is moral ...

And two!

After fasting for 17 days and very tiring 12 km yesterday, this morning I ran to Calusco d'Adda (Bergamo) is not an easy 18 km, full of ups and downs and muddy dirt road, with the sky from time to time has got a light rain.

My km race pace than the drop

had to be done, I had to try!

I am not among those who do things "right on", I get to the bottom or at least groped with conviction, which is why, before the Lands Verdi Marathon next Sunday, I wanted to test my physical condition and especially the status of the right foot, which is causing me no small trouble.
h I was delighted to meet my colleagues at the start gipigioni , seeing that come back to life, have asked themselves how and supported me psychologically.
A Salsomaggiore not want to go as a tourist but groped at least to reach the finish line, I do not expect anything in terms of final time, not the provision to be framed: in my current circumstances, the mere fact of arriving at the finish line with dignity, it would mean a lot.

Today, at the end of the race, I was pleased not to have too much pain, only a slight annoyance that I hope will disappear quickly.

I can therefore look with more confidence next Sunday, hoping to live an unforgettable experience of sport.

good run.

Joseph

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Lust, double lust, lust slap

Seventeen days after the last exit (12 km), twenty days since the long (34 km), this morning with a little 'courage I put feet on the ground.
is no pain for several days and said to myself: how can I still have to wait, with the advance of spring, the sky was clear and the temperature comfortable? How can I still wait, eight days after Marathon of Verdi's land , where I expect the chest and 42.195 km?
I realize that I am going to live a firm "athletically hopeless": 24 km routes the last 20 days and five pounds heavier to carry around, not a good omen for the Salsomaggiore-Busseto.
But the slight injury suffered early February seems to have succumbed to the desire to race again.

It 's true, the marathon is not only head and heart! E 'legs and even blast, and 12 km this morning showed a marked delay of condition, even if the endorphin is finally back in circulation and a general lust was the terminus in my brain.

Tomorrow I try to run twelve miles on dirt and Tuesday, finishing last out of a precarious preparation of fact never took place.
The more I advise against running the marathon and probably right ... but what can I do, have done so!
good run.

Joseph