For wings
How, in these days so foggy, to run along the gentle sunny slopes of the Trentino, and even claim to have the right boost to get a good result? No, it does not work and can not work: it was too nice a day to
Lagarina Villa, with the warm sun that we finally let it go without gloves and hat, a fine route through the rows in the double-track, people clapping and interested observers, and the samples, the real ones, which gradually blend into the crowd while the races are concluded contour. And my Ibra Jr who races with me in the test ride (and how to run!) And mess around with my classmates waiting dell'agognato after the race.
How do you bring out the evil in such a context?
For all these reasons, but not limited to, delivery plan from the front row, I enjoy the tribune, and going in the straight in the sand, then first of the two little rise where I decide, without a specific reason, to make all the ups and downs from the track right, and when I start to take positions that I find is fairly quiet right track! Scroll feel the first drops on the forehead after the first lap and a half, and I still keep my pace slow as before.
The desire to race is not set, do not even feel too much effort but it locks the desire to accelerate: the GPS says that I kept a steady pace in the three rounds, one that does not say is that the first descent in the rows of the second lap, that farther from the public, I'm going to go down with his arms wide like a madman, unless compose myself in view of photographers. It is incorrect to expect the players in such a context!
21.mo/100 finish in 18:18 (about 3.42/km), only 9 / 20 Category: a little 'less than usual, perhaps, but never mind. The contestants were good, they played at home and, for Anyway, I enjoyed it too. The distance from the quarrels of the Provincial Championship is always good.
In the post-race, the Bella onstage and take home the first cup of the family does not matter whether it was the only athlete in the category, if the paper label is glued with adhesive, if it contains barely a glass of bubbles, and a lot of envy!
You end up with two shots I do with Ibra Jr in the parking lot, trying not to pull that make the ascent to the absolute last stretch on the same straight line: the legs are fine, I had almost no progress, the groin was just a fear that I hope unjustified, this valley always makes me feel good.
Maybe for me, moving house tomorrow.