Tell and describe my first Ultramarathon is not easy. If you could quantify the amount of kilometers in all the emotions, feelings, fears, doubts and joys had before during and after the Gran Sasso Ultra exceeded ten times the mileage courses. Which were then only 50! Well quite a few right? Never, I never imagined that one day I would go that far, but I do not know how I got carried away in the decision and with a bit of recklessness and perhaps even too high, I decided to enroll in this race. Fortunately a bit of recklessness has been in me again on Sunday morning just before the start when it next to the street was starting to worry about how to deal with a distance up to that point unknown. I run forever? It runs a bit 'and then walk? Using the method Galloway (5 minute ride and a walk)? I do not know. Meanwhile the party and just about to accept the first 7km are relentless climb that takes us up from 1300mt to 1600mt. The sensations are good I get loose without even being able to struggle to admire a magnificent view. At the end of the climb we launched together with Franco S. downhill to the beautiful plain of Campo Imperatore, I do not care too much strain on the muscles down. My race is loose and relaxed for the whole flat, the sun is hot but low humidity and a cool wind is not strong but pleasurable traversing this huge expanse of green. At the 20 km mark there is still some 'Rise and here decide that it is better to slow down a bit 'and the beginning of the Galloway method, which will also adopt for the long descent brings us to Santo Stefano di Sessanio (35 km mark). Start a small crisis, straight road, sunny and deserted. Five km of suffering that despite everything I can to overcome. Pass the 42 km mark and begin to understand that maybe these 50 km are not that hard. But the last 5 km of the race make me come back down to earth and almost cursing when I joined. I find myself at the foot of Castel del Monte, it seems that almost close with a jump you can reach, but instead separate us 5km of ascent. With a little bit 'of stubbornness beginning to run eg a minute and take the next minute. One is running and one walking, one is a walking and running. I am now in the main square of Cestel del Monte, a small curve to the left and in the last fifty yards I order, Calogero, Teresa, and Gianluca Filippo Ivana give me the strength to sprint and the finish line. At the time I was a bit 'dazed, but soon happiness was tantissima.Mai, ever imagined I would go beyond the 43rd mile.
