Sunday at Fiumicino is the Best Woman race, last race of 10 kilometers of the social calendar. After days of cold, rain storms and no one would have expected such a beautiful day with sunshine and almost springlike temperatures.
Perhaps the reputation of being a fast race, and 'also shared a very tender which has caused a few problems leaving the most' fast as they could not start at the top.
I as usual I have placed in the rear to avoid creating an obstruction and as usual I find myself with the problem how to start, so 'identify a couple of people that usually run on my time and my stepping stone. I run with my ipod and I intend to spare neither time nor signs to kilometers, and that's all I want to run.
Arrival of the straight where they are already going the other way first. With the look try the orange vests and a few other familiar face. Andrea is already past: good! Antoinette I see before me and slowly try to reach it. We ride together and close to the fifth kilometer you ask me what we are. I look at my watch: 26 minutes. I take a shot ... I think now that I'm going too fast for my chances, at this rate I will not make you get to the end. Seeking to calm down. Antoinette and I leave MariaGrazia reach. Are the waterfront. A scent that comes from the restaurants at other times I would go into raptures, but not while running, it is unbearable ... George and Toni also reach that previously I had been exceeded. I'm beginning to feel very tired but I can not give up. Andrea comes to the last mile as usual spurs me when I need you most. We are near the stadium and do the last few meters in apnea. The clock says it's 'almost pb, against any more' expectations.
analyzing the evolution of race me a question arises: why when I looked at the clock I got caught by the fear of not succeeding? Yet I was going well, I had no reason to slow down ... My ignorance is my means of preservation or spirit?
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