... finally a ray of sunshine .... I leave happy and dazzled by this little faint ray of sunshine ... I'm running, slowly because I have more training on my legs that I had Last summer, calmly because even the wind has gone to hell, but I can run.
The entire run, this is important not to get the effort even for an instant, because if not ruin everything and you would not be more pleased ... tired but happy ...
I let myself get joy, immense and special, that only the race has been able to give me that joy that makes you raise all the hairs of his arms and makes you a bit of Mago ... just because you're running, just because it is a great day, just because you feel free at last ...
there are children, my usual travel companions, who still do not know what it means to run it all and so I passed them three or four times, but not a great satisfaction when I walk past I wish I could say something to encourage them to return but as always a little ashamed, and then shot straight on my way .... so few feet away Will I see them pass me and then wait again and so on and on ...
there are the elderly, those that are agonists of Baldini, those who enjoy seeing you work hard and you also say "but from you who are young!" Ehhhh patience that I need to I do not make me fly into a rage .. . you is that you are trained by years of racing and you have fun making fun of me I can not run like I would enjoy it ... because you know that you are now able to run stronger than me but give me time to train and perhaps you will have no chance of passing next doing your usual stupid jokes ...
now I've got to be close to arrival, I'm tired, so tired, I get angry a little bit because I can not take that before but I can not keep up with even more to what was behind and so I justify saying that it is a little so much so that I do not run and that "good grace" if I can run all, will then be the moment to improve the time ...
Meanwhile pass me the fastest in the long ones are flying, as I respect them, I know that my love is also coming soon and as usual I will give a slap on the thigh to say "the love that you come now" .. .. oh finally we can see the banner of arrival, a girl joins me, wow, I feel fresher than me, who knows if it is doing my route, or even the long, oh well, not sure I will pass on you too, I think, me I keep a little side by side, but we do not look at us breathe and know that if we continue like one of the sprint will arrive ... I love the risk, I like to feel the adrenaline flowing in my veins, I'm exhausted, I hurt everywhere, but not give up my time ... I know that if I keep it there a little longer then I fregherà and so I cut it that much enough to keep her behind, I think, if you are tired as I am not able to pass me .... and there is, is my shadow, is my race, there now 100 meters, now recognize the friendly faces, the photographer, the one that takes down the names and my love ... this is what I needed, my love watching me get a ... last effort, the heart that now erupts, but nothing can stop me now, no more pain, no more fatigue, there's only me that my flight to the finish line.
