Tuesday, February 8, 2011

Gallstones Versus Labor

GRUMELLO, TO INFINITY ... AND BEYOND! By Margaret Longo

morning appointment with the runners had many friends for hours of 7.30 at the start of tapasciata Grumello, punctual as a Swiss watch I made the call with my 4 eurini useful in hand to purchase the ticket for participation, within a few seconds came almost everyone, but missed the call Laura, Beppe, Alessandro, Gandalf and Cale so I left after the other and I was there waiting for the stragglers all alone and abandoned, cold and frost as the little match girl, always with my 4 eurini in hand, when the ice began to cover my pennies, I decided to buy a ticket and walk towards the parking lot, in hope to meet some of the 5 desaparecidos.
Finally, after waiting so great, they arrived and I too have finally begun to defrost.
just started, we immediately consulted to determine the distance to do "or do a 18 +12 a 26 +12?" After some hesitation we decided: "OK, let's take a 26 to 5." ;
We had been warned that the race was hard and tiring Grumello and I to be honest I had also already done twice a few years ago, but honestly I did not remember that there was so much difference. Already in the first km we found ourselves facing a salitone endless; the rest could also imagine seeing at the foot of the ramp there was a sign stating "City Calvary."
Laura and I have known each other a few weeks, but the common passion for travel has now joined us and brought into line by the first meeting and now we train and race together when we can, we share a special touch, the type of training, both of Van Aeken we adopt the method, ie using the use of the word (or rather chat) to determine the gait of stroke in practice until we can talk without going to mean we are in trouble under the anaerobic threshold and therefore do not produce lactic acid, the harmful x muscles of the runner. Scientifically proven method, but Garmin! Of course, for proper use, against our will, we are forced to speak for the entire duration of the trip, often with strangers. Our friend Gandalf the other hand, besides being a chronic talkative (maybe most of us), also has a great quality: he runs can write messages on face book by phone, so much so that today we gave a demonstration His real skill: in addition to gifts of a mini photo shoot started to fiddle with your cell phone when we were in the woods, all in single file, while facing the straits, especially slippery and tortuous paths, at some point behind my back we heard a loud thud: Gandalf had just made a double axel with pike sagittal split accompanied by a "rond de jambe en l'air" and then concluded with a full support to sacred land (a drop in style, I must say), I turned to look at him and I still have impressed the unseemly image of him lying on the right side with left arm raised and holding the cell phone while she whispered in a low voice: "Holy cow ... almost lose my phone!" Of course we all refused to give him a hand back on their feet, and we continued our fearless racing left to its unfortunate fate.
The climb continued to be constantly on our path as well as some steep descents, and the legs were put to the test. Further on we met my friend Nicole who was walking because she had fallen just before and had a severely sprained ankle forced her to retire.
At the restaurant we were informed that the ambulance service in the car had been spotted two other friends of Bergamo Runners left shortly after us.
After being touched for good luck for the adductors, we resumed our travel. Arrived at the crossroads of our men, who until then had to escort us, we were informed that they would rather go for 26 instead of 21, with his eyes gushing with tears and his hands through his hair in despair that we let go . Laura and I, we face make encouraging and we said "no problem ... we can do well for themselves! Let's partner .. to the infinite and oltreeee! "and taking away the location of the 21-pitch pretty ... but so graceful that instead of going into the forest as indicated by the arrows in yet, we went straight on the road wrong direction. Fortunately, we immediately noticed (because seem stunned ... but we are not), so we did it with ease and we turn around into the woods.
For twenty yards we tried to keep pace graceful jumping here and there to try to avoid the puddles of mud hydro, but then we just gave up and we went from step to the vulgar style shag 'er eel "and we are completely smeared with mud shoes would substantially increase, and we were forced against our will to slow our pace until then similar to that of Paula Redcliffe.
finally come to the last km and by now exhausted by fatigue, we undertook a last effort and, like the real ones, we have a 'fast track last ... the language far exceeding the 600 beats per minute and ending our run with salivation cleared, but at the same time with great satisfaction.
Surely some of you think that our training method is not functional and slander to discredit this witness that even talking about our speed is very high level, I show below a picture of Laura's hair down ' arrival, structurally modified due to strong impact on the air during an extension on flat ground.
Good racing to all

Margaret


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