I finally met a good number of Blogtrotters. I have almost all flourish, at least to historians - Giancarlo, Master Runner, Mathias, Mark, and Brother Nick - I'm very glad to have seen them in person and have talked with them. Does anyone know them a little but of course it does not matter-we are now too many and it is difficult to follow all -.
We now come to my race - despite everything I am satisfied -. I wanted to improve my staff does nothing but my 3:32:13 enjoyed me fully. Since the first steps - 5 ° km 23:48, 10th 48:23, 15th 1:13:04 - I was perfectly in line even if I was running relaxed as I wanted. I reached into the pacer of the 13th 3:30 - I'm with them so much I left behind and I have about them, two minutes ahead of -. But it seemed to run too high a rate, in the sense that: we ran around 4:55 / 4:58 but I was always relaxed and never push too. Not bad and they do not give up even the refreshment I always go back and my hand. 1:43:12 in the half, my classic pass and always below 5 per km. On the rest of the 25 th remain mired at the tables and lose slightly pacer but I have them in front of 50 meters. 25 th in 2:02:33, 30th in 2:27:28, but the hair are still there. Missing twelve kilometers to the end and I think that in little more than an 'hour I arrive. I have just a little 'pain in the legs but I can run and do not yield. 35 ° in 2:53:17 I lost very little because I stopped a moment to rest. My legs ache, the bath with cold water and a bit attebuo 'pain. I realize that I'm slowing down, but I do not stop - do not want to walk - not even the most Seafarers stopwatch, I go on with my slow pace. I realize, then seeing the time, I did miles of 5:20 / 5:30 with a stop at the small restaurant of 40 ° to wet the legs. I do not go ahead demoralizes them head on. I see 41 °, step outside the hotel, I make the last curve, I'm happy and at the same time I get the "Mago". It 's a good sign, I get excited yet, last corner, last sprint and cut the traquardo. I finished my 15th marathon. I have no regrets and I'm proud of my race, I never walked, never gave his head, my legs hurt, but undaunted I Temin with a smile.
PS: Er Moro greeting riconsciuto I had during the run-the-blue shirt with the name and arrived almost together.
In Photos left to right: Donald Duck, Nicola Gaston, Claudio - Photos by Rita