Wake up at 6:15, I go to the window and it rains
tta piano
floor (but the night it rained almost always), the risk is mud in the corner.
But my forced inactivity due to a nagging pain in left heel pushes me to beat it so highly and equally. With me is Mark (Andrew and Co. can be caused by a dinner which seems to have lasted 18 hours?? CAC ... WHAT YOU DO NOT LIKE).
arrive in San Miniato Basso at 7:25 and we find a branch of runners already exaggerated (but people go to bed on Saturday?). Towards the 2 euros and we start with the addition of the company of my uncle Stephen: you go for 17 km.
The first kilometers are all flat on asphalt, the rain does not let us see a bat
(comprarsi un cappellino mai ) e il mio tallone non da segni di cedimento: OK ! Iniziano le prime salite abbastanza dolci tra brevissimi tratti di sterrato battuto e asfalto e il tallone zitto: OK ! Primo ristoro e bevuta di tè stranamente insipido ( mi rendo conto dopo che i piccoli geni mettevano i bicchieri sul tavolo ma CAZZO PIOVE e magari un ombrellone alla “Stefan” lo potevano anche comprare ).
Si riparte e … e … il tallone è OK ! Pochi metri and begin the most challenging climbs and long, the heel starts to show signs of slowing down, because a little further force me to walk. Between one and another fittina you arrive at the junction 12 to 17 km and choice of heel to go the shortest distance. The trail leads up to the fortress of San Miniato Alto until they return with a flat landscape and tranquility of a contour are really wonderful.
Unfortunately, the heel hurts arrival and the oaths are like, I do chess, go to the club to play rubamazzo etc.. I got nervous since the advent feast swallowing the end of the race in order: two slices of bread, oil and salt, a sandwich with sausage and bacon with (Bono) and half a glass of red wine tasteless but this time not for the rain but because I had already watered down in the carboy.
Ieri sono andato a farmi visitare il tallone e il responso è stato: tendinite causata da un indurimento dei gemelli del polpaccio, prognosi di una settimana con massaggi sadomasochistici per decontrarre la muscolatura (che male) e terapia antinfiammatoria. Spero di essere pronto per il 27 per la maratona sulla Verruà.
Andrea invece era sulle piagge...
After a tug-on part in S. Miniato or run around, win the city, partly because of lavish dinners on Saturday evening with ammazzacaffe 'late at night.
So meeting at 8: Vince comes to me and at 8.15, ranging from Cecco.
I get very sleepy at 7.30, the usual ceremony of preparation, and go downstairs to wait for Vincent.
of my task arrives before the swollen eyes, then he, in delay of about 10 min on the table and with unmistakable signs of impatience and unwillingness to fatigue and rain, meanwhile, fell from the sky .
-S.Frediano Journey House is preparing a mutiny: first, because of sleep and the rain, but also the concept of area must be discussed: I imagined to run campaigns for Latignano, Fosso Vecchio or the Plan, but I feel by Cecco announce a city tour in Pisa, departing at Piagge by Lilly. ..
The battle continues on the way to Pisa, and after a series of breaches of the rules of the road , we arrive at the bar. The outcome of the fighting seems to strongly favor please me and Vince, especially when the Cecco convince that we are already there, a cap and brioche is the least that should give us!
Let's unite and elderly patrons of the bar, sit at the table with us and enjoy the performances Official Bartender of the '80s. At that time the race has infinitesimal percentage of probability.
But when we leave the bar has stopped raining and sleep and boredom are succumbing to the guilt of dinner and breakfast: I do not know really how it happened, but Cecco convince us to run a second path that has him in mind (and if everything is to scale ...).
In short, it goes to the Jets and the embankment to Draga, then Mediaworld, detour to the CNR, an aqueduct to the boats, and then straight to Borgo Piazza dei Cavalieri, Via S. Maria to return, embankment, Piaggio, Lilly.
More than a peripatetic travel a long debate, since - except for the last km gasped - we did not keep quiet for a moment.
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