Flo Hello, goodbye. I played the ball to FI by the street, not noticing.
jostle mill and mixed feelings in me, too early for conclusions. I limit myself to a few words, there would be for pages and pages of little interest.
Felice onset under 3 hours (not all says Nicolino): clap clap, old boy!
disappointed Part time Final thought of something better than my 2:57:21. I was fooled by the forecasts of others or really I could do it? Damn calves, bloody head!
How nice run in the crowd, lining the streets to watch the race, not only to cross the road. Do not I always looked up by the green line of the route, but thank you anyway, one by one. PS: I say we crossed the Ponte Vecchio, the GPS confirmed but ... really ... I do not even noticed!
frustrated and lashed by rain and wind chill. The next in Honolulu, it says on the river bank.
Again frightened by the memory of my arrival, shivering with cold and slowed down by cramp that I can keep silent until the end. see the video and I do worthwhile.
And to cry for the thirty minutes that I need to get to the baggage claim arrival too far, too small and the dancers gazebo, changing too much work, too far to the B & B.
But to cry, and of great joy, to think the three of them with the banner for their dad, what a nice surprise! Without that, who knows, maybe I would stop first.
Two days after the event, the legs are good, maybe too well and the desire return salt. It's not finished here. Because, as he would say if there was more: You could do even better .
