was my goal for the 2010 and ... I ragiunto, I did it!
I perecorso Sunday, April 11, at 3:56 a.m., 'my first marathon, the Milano City Marathon.
is not the most beautiful in the world and perhaps the easiest of Italy but it seemed only right to start running a marathon here in my town.
was important to finish it, 'take' safe and sound at the end of 42 km but ... I did my 'personal' (obvious is the first time that I at this distance ...) I arrived
with a knee knock, but the muscles still perky, well turned legs, fresh, smiling. But I've really those paths 42 km?
If I think of how many times I dreamed that goal so impossible seen from the outside ....
I came to glory in the midst of the people I love and I want really good.
I won my Olympic cross the line with their arms up in tears!
'I finished I finished I finished' was the first thought.
'Fuck But it was not so hard' was the second.
I already forgot the 4 month effort for the preparation, alarm clocks at 5.00 for training first office, the snow, rain and cold to get buff in place (at least with the consciousness) at the start.
Before arrival I found the time to stop, give a kiss to Giorgia (who did not want to do with me the last 100m) and start over.
3 Sundays at the start:
last 'long' by well over 37 km. I feel fit, which is a wonderful journey, I feel on arrival. It 's done I think ...
I think.
two Sundays at the start:
starts the table of 'drain', I run 27 km rather incurred, a nice rhythm. I have a few km more but I gotta catch, I decided to follow the advice of those marathons if eaten for breakfast with bread. The rest of the week goes by smoothly, I still follow the program of the table although I already seems too bland ...
a Sunday at the start, Easter
I feel bad. I run only 17 km at a snail pace. I'm terrible tired. The worm begins to work for and demolish the rusting my certainties. 'I'll make it?' is the question that buzzes in my brain. I'll be prepared enough? It's not that I'm wrong training? I will have already lost too much muscle tone? The worm is
eats away all the 37 km course only the first 2 weeks are vague memories, physical sensations are very bad. The mind sometimes plays tricks.
6 days at the start, Easter Monday:
I hardly think a walk in the mountains, I feel heavy and tired. One sucks, the worm in the mean time he dined at a table spread my certainty that they are now, almost all uncertainties.
5 days away, Tuesday:
penultimate training. Slow speed of 10 km seems to me 100. But what? And the ache in my area 'injury' is it? Worm eats, eats. Consume me whole psyche as I fall into a black hole ....
from 4 days away, Wednesday:
I have a terrible backache. Fuck but you can be so unlucky? I can not stoop to tie my shoes, I buy the cerottoni to put on the back (so I know you are useless). The worm has already arrived at the sweet, enjoys seeing me like that.
3 days away, Thursday:
course ko is back, and despite cerottoni voltaren emulgel. Not even a massage system I indeed, dear masseur named Ivan, but exit the session with a terrible pain in the calf. In front of my timid protests tells me not to worry, the calf pain will fade. Seeeeeeee I think. Another tile.
Today I should have done the last light training course that jump. I feel guilty as if he missed training because of it has been thwarted throughout the preparation.
The worm is drinking coffee.
2 days away, Friday
I lost hope. Other patches, another ointment, but the back is always ko and calf as well.
Fuck.
The thing that overwhelms me is the thought of the sacrifices that I did to prepare: running a marathon requires months of intense preparation (4) and winter (for a person with little free time like me) are translated races at 6 in the morning to minus 2 degrees, or 7 on Sunday. Rain, wind, snow included. Dear
worm also enjoy the ammazzacaffè, I is not the marathon I run.
the street one day, Saturday:
not change anything (always back ko, the calf is a bit 'better), but now I am sure that my result will be close to zero.
Never mind, it will be for another time. There he is, the worm did a burp sound. Are you happy? I
100 meter race (in jeans, to try) and I'm an old man of 80 years.
decide, facciazza to the wise old men, however, to introduce the line of departure. Adri Anna at 8:20 am and I'll pick the house.
'I try to run' I, 'then I stop when I stop' even though I always hated the withdrawals to stop ..... it means surrender, throw in the towel.
I find it hard to sleep, all those sick days I was up quite a stir.
Sunday, April 11, the day.
Wake up at 7:20 am.
comperto time and pulls a wind of the accident, is not the best. Always better than a blazing sun can consume and melt away like snow in the sun.
Breakfast with 4 slices bread and jam + cup of black coffee.
My back hurts but I do not think, I decided not cagarla and do not consider it.
I prepare in advance and I slowly attack the bib to the shirt, I prepare the gel Enervit to eat during the race, I put my shorts, shirt and the kway (which shall leave then to Adrian), I wear shoes.
Of course I put on and take off the 100 because sometimes laced too tight or too soft ..... ah that paranoid.
go down, I retrieved the flight departed for the fair.
There is tension in the car.
Anna speaks in bursts (to release tension?), I think of my back and I look out, 'fuck maybe mo' it's raining too '...
parked there already a lot of people.
Zanardi heats up with her hand bike, I'm thinking to crack cold and my back aches.
Fuck you.
meet others, Alfredo, Paola, Giovanni, Silvio ... I feel less alone and I do dare.
makes a cold lady.
All in the grid, we can sink into that of 3:30 a.m.'....
missing 14 minutes at the start, yet I take off his right shoe, I think that there is a stone inside. Last
pee (in front of everyone). 5 min, 3, 2, 1 ... away .... but where is the shot?
Boh! I do, however, the sign of the cross.
The other ran away immediately, I I stay with my aunt who goes ...
Anna where the hell I go back hurts, wait!
takes me 5 or 6 minutes to get going and try to 'feel' that signals the body gives me.
I have a pain but bearable.
decided to attack the peace of 4:15 a.m. 'but we are behind what we're running at 4 o'clock ... at 5'30''miles, I wanted to go to 6'....
minutes pass and I live my emotions from the first marathon runner, the road is still long to go but I'm already a super hero.
passs among the people, little of the truth are only 9.20 and we are though, I feel good.
The eyes of those outside are pushed to run. Think about what they think of you. Moron or hero?
Hero.
runs runs runs and I start to feel good.
Aunt keeps the pace and back as well. Skip
Trenno, via Novara, 10 km S.Siro we have already done
The city is approaching, it's always cold, but we resist.
The first emotion is relief of 10 km: we are ready all the participants of the relay anxiously awaiting their arrival in the fellow. Loads are intended for them, the marathon is going to beat us when we iniziare.E loudly mani.Il the four hours of peace continues to make his' followers': 'c'mon, c'mon, let's end in four hours, hip hip hip hip hurray hooray 'keeps spirits up those who ride with him and that he will cling to hope to finish the marathon towed around 4 ore.Io I'm happy to finish the marathon, I'd like before 4:15 a.m.,' under the four would be a miracle . Yet the peace of the 4 I feel more and more away, it means that (currently) in the 4 ore.Terrò to the end? The 30th kilometer I saw mill legs? We'll find out only by living.
At about 15 ° passes close to Adrian and co. giving a pair of glasses to her aunt, when I saw the gang I'm excited ... We were waiting on the sidewalk festive!
bene.Ora I feel I'm fine, my back does not hurt. Every time you bend down and I have to run all moved forward, but the feelings are a total buone.Mi CILP the fact that there are essentially spectators along the percorso.Poca people.
We keep the pace even though my aunt tells me that maybe we're going too ... not to give up Anna, the cock that we finish and we are under the 4h.E 's a bit early to say but by the urge to resistere.Andiamo , there is time for him off.
Corso Sempione, Chris was hoping to meet here or there had to be followed by bike but there's ... I told you the peace of 4:15 a.m. cercarmicon 'but I have plenty of 4
forward to what I hear a comment from a lady,' Oh but they have already done 18km ... ' Oh yes sciura, actually to get here I have already made at least 650 kilometers in the We
training arena. All ok.Piazza XXV Aprile, half-marathon in 1:55 a.m. '.' Okay 'I tell you now I try to economize. We meet Alfred in Corso Venezia is just behind him the peace of 3h30 '... Ciaoooo, vaiiiiiii. You invidio.Anna shows signs of distress, keep pace with clenched teeth, but holds. It 'a prelude to our dividends that will (my choice) only in Piazza Duomo, to the 25th km.' Hello Zia are bitter but my legs go and I feel that I let go, I know it is early to speed, there are still 17 km, but I have to drop out and you're not provare'Tu under 4 ore.Una caress, a greeting and away, giving birth to my marathon.
I follow a girl I keep an eye on a bit ', I only remember her a pink shirt. It has a good pace at just under 5'30 km.Accelero to go away and is now beginning large group bene.Il ginned rarefatto.Guardo the faces of those running around for me to understand how are the others. I set to understand at what point sono.E 'my first marathon, I have to manage that way bene.Noto kilometers and run away without a trace, not memorize the roads that pass. I do not know 'why, a little' I'm sorry because I miss the beauty of my city seen from the perspective diversa.Non nothing, now I only get to live Castello.Inizio to do some 'hard work, we are now in 30th is hard, but he made me do? begin to do the math ... then 12 km on arrival is like two laps of the three bridges, even if they are a bit 'tired you can do at most rallento.Sulla dock the first blow: the knee, a healthy one, it starts to hurt the brutto.Mollo? No Rocco go hang on a little ', and slows provaci.Percorro 7-8 km in total pain. The knee is very bad to me, I'm running very slowly. But the goal is approached. Poco.Due missing from the nursery turns fucking two laps of the nursery ... 3 km merda.Sempione, last refreshment. I stop, I drink and get ready for the rush finale.Le legs but the knee should not. Too bad I wanted to sprint to the end and instead arrive piano.Già plan because now I know I'm safe, I was at the castle there arrivo.Io finish the marathon!
I'm thinking of arrival, I'm thinking about people who are waiting for me, I'm thinking about them a few feet from the end there will be those to which his good.
The knee has become unmanageable, grit my teeth and smile ... 41 km, 42 km .... I start to look for my people ... Here is the Brown and Adele ... here is my mother, Giorgia, Manuela all .... I stop, I have the last meters, hand in hand with Gio but she does not want to shy ... does not do anything, you do not preoccupare.La 'is the goal. Girls wait for me, I cut the line, I finished my marathon, I withdraw my medal and I am from voi.Mi sores is for happiness.
crosses the finish line with arms raised, with tears in his eyes.
's over. I am proud myself, I reached a goal that, years ago, it seemed inarrivabile.Adesso'm going to get my kisses and my rewards earned by those who came there to celebrate the insane act of a madman like me.
Tarlo, fuck!
At about 15 ° passes close to Adrian and co. giving a pair of glasses to her aunt, when I saw the gang I'm excited ... We were waiting on the sidewalk festive!
bene.Ora I feel I'm fine, my back does not hurt. Every time you bend down and I have to run all moved forward, but the feelings are a total buone.Mi CILP the fact that there are essentially spectators along the percorso.Poca people.
We keep the pace even though my aunt tells me that maybe we're going too ... not to give up Anna, the cock that we finish and we are under the 4h.E 's a bit early to say but by the urge to resistere.Andiamo , there is time for him off.
Corso Sempione, Chris was hoping to meet here or there had to be followed by bike but there's ... I told you the peace of 4:15 a.m. cercarmicon 'but I have plenty of 4
forward to what I hear a comment from a lady,' Oh but they have already done 18km ... ' Oh yes sciura, actually to get here I have already made at least 650 kilometers in the We
training arena. All ok.Piazza XXV Aprile, half-marathon in 1:55 a.m. '.' Okay 'I tell you now I try to economize. We meet Alfred in Corso Venezia is just behind him the peace of 3h30 '... Ciaoooo, vaiiiiiii. You invidio.Anna shows signs of distress, keep pace with clenched teeth, but holds. It 'a prelude to our dividends that will (my choice) only in Piazza Duomo, to the 25th km.' Hello Zia are bitter but my legs go and I feel that I let go, I know it is early to speed, there are still 17 km, but I have to drop out and you're not provare'Tu under 4 ore.Una caress, a greeting and away, giving birth to my marathon.
I follow a girl I keep an eye on a bit ', I only remember her a pink shirt. It has a good pace at just under 5'30 km.Accelero to go away and is now beginning large group bene.Il ginned rarefatto.Guardo the faces of those running around for me to understand how are the others. I set to understand at what point sono.E 'my first marathon, I have to manage that way bene.Noto kilometers and run away without a trace, not memorize the roads that pass. I do not know 'why, a little' I'm sorry because I miss the beauty of my city seen from the perspective diversa.Non nothing, now I only get to live Castello.Inizio to do some 'hard work, we are now in 30th is hard, but he made me do? begin to do the math ... then 12 km on arrival is like two laps of the three bridges, even if they are a bit 'tired you can do at most rallento.Sulla dock the first blow: the knee, a healthy one, it starts to hurt the brutto.Mollo? No Rocco go hang on a little ', and slows provaci.Percorro 7-8 km in total pain. The knee is very bad to me, I'm running very slowly. But the goal is approached. Poco.Due missing from the nursery turns fucking two laps of the nursery ... 3 km merda.Sempione, last refreshment. I stop, I drink and get ready for the rush finale.Le legs but the knee should not. Too bad I wanted to sprint to the end and instead arrive piano.Già plan because now I know I'm safe, I was at the castle there arrivo.Io finish the marathon!
I'm thinking of arrival, I'm thinking about people who are waiting for me, I'm thinking about them a few feet from the end there will be those to which his good.
The knee has become unmanageable, grit my teeth and smile ... 41 km, 42 km .... I start to look for my people ... Here is the Brown and Adele ... here is my mother, Giorgia, Manuela all .... I stop, I have the last meters, hand in hand with Gio but she does not want to shy ... does not do anything, you do not preoccupare.La 'is the goal. Girls wait for me, I cut the line, I finished my marathon, I withdraw my medal and I am from voi.Mi sores is for happiness.
crosses the finish line with arms raised, with tears in his eyes.
's over. I am proud myself, I reached a goal that, years ago, it seemed inarrivabile.Adesso'm going to get my kisses and my rewards earned by those who came there to celebrate the insane act of a madman like me.
Tarlo, fuck!