needs. Primitives, decisive and urgent.
sleep, eight hours is more than enough, if the emotion and makes it skip a week, patience, and if you rhodes in the end there are only six, not a drama.
Food & Drink: tea, bread and jam, who is engaged with a plate of plain pasta and a tablespoon of oil, however good, who eats with fingers, the important thing is not to stop for refueling for gas when, just a filler, that is, before you feel thirsty and hungry, otherwise it is too late.
Evacuate: rid, relieve, discharge, body and head, everything starts ethereal as you carry a handkerchief, turns into a coat and finally drag it as a trailer. Skin and bones, plus shoes, 150 grams and an inch between you and the asphalt, short socks, minimum, ghosts, pants and shirt to come up with an intimacy and a defense, and a clock. Not knowing what time it is, but to give a measure and a sense of fatigue. The secret: unless you look, the better.
T'incolonni, your side, you mirrors are like them, a bit more, some less, the difference is within you, muscles, nerves, soul.
When the gunshot echoes between skins and bones, to get the runner has already won.
Al-ready via the snake gets longer, as a trickle of water that breaks through the small dam formed by two or three stones and run to the valley. Felice. Free. The first few kilometers are the essence of happiness and freedom: the way you eat, enjoy the scenery, breathe and the ground fog, river and camphor trees, plane trees and coffee touches elbows and soles, stumbling over the applause of the owners. Carry you forward.
The marathon begins at kilometer 30. First is a walk, a run, an eternal wait, before you spin the legs a little less than what the heart can, before you save, hide, soften and mitigate it. At kilometer 30 you can not fake it: sour calves, quadriceps foreign head echoes concerns, each alarm is red, behind you is fucking, bloody, invisible caravan, and you're dragging.
At kilometer 30 the countdown begins, calculations, additions subtract divide and multiply, you want to make ends meet, then you need to come back a shred of energy, it is here that the core drill and extract the strength to put one foot forward to ' another, and so up to 40 km. Because here you did it.
dropped the world, you did it. The collapse of the earth, you did it. Not there is nothing that can stop you.
Because you have nothing.
yeah, nothing.
Two miles is done, one and a half, one half, you find time for sprinting.
You and your bloody, bloody, invisible caravan.
(Stolen from Myspace and Ste72 from 'Sports Week, Gazzetta dello Sport, in November 2004')
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