past two days you see everything with greater detachment, because my state of mind made me look more ridiculous then better to put everything in context.
E 'was my sixth marathon, the hardest from a meteorological point of view, decided November 15, last day, because of Carpi and the Milan-Pavia course I had 3 long and wanted to give him a sense .
Accompanied by my father, which will see two races a year, but Florence did not want to ever lose, we enjoyed a beautiful day Saturday, the sun, no wind, smooth ride, ride Expò to pick up the chest and see if I can find some friendly face of the blog (attempt to empty ..), then the encounter with the guys from the forum Cafe Dogali , some already known, others at the first meeting, I will say one thing for granted but they are always pleasant encounters, maybe c ' is a bit of initial awkwardness, but then the ice melts and when you return the enthusiasm behind the computer to keep in contact is always higher.
Everything so perfect, "smooth" and quiet when I get up on Sunday seems to be another world. The alarm clock that sounds like my very early tradition, already raining outside the window and I see plenty of those x which has yet to finish on Saturday evening ..
My times to the toilet before a marathon are biblical, shuttle arrival in the area on the edge very quickly after a walk of more than 3km in time to miss the last bus available, see some hint of a fight and realize that it will go up on foot, in the flood and with a little anxiety because feet and socks are soaked, I'm afraid of blisters, and then not being able to eat before and / or during the race I'm always on the edge, do not want to waste never nothing superfluous, but put in the barn and I still 5-6km run a marathon ..
In Piazzale Michelangelo did not recover any friendly face, the flood does not help, the stand of the group will understand that Maiano not recognized by anyone .. I cut out a space of time to dry my feet with the vest who later throw but now is a ridiculous attempt by the grid, I thank heaven for having him throw something to the people around me because it is not suffering from the cold , which seems to be shaking in Siberia .. quotatissima when I take off my overalls and painter must remain in the race I get a series of gusts of wind to come back quickly to where they started, the speaker announces a start that never comes, the TV needs to be postponed for a few minutes to do seems endless, I do not know what time but eventually you go, the balloons of 3h30 'under fire a few hundred meters ..
that hole I do not ever shut the whole race, there are always under fire, not too far but not close enough, I manage a Tiramolla first with the calm of one who knows that the race is long and along the way with increased nervousness about not being able to change pace as other times, because at the feeling level, there were better days and the new route, which should be faster, it seems more full of annoying subways and waves, while in the broad avenues we are exposed to cold and wind ..
Crossing my father near the Bridge of Victory " talking to a girl waiting for her boyfriend Rimini who will spend half an hour after you .. Well you know there are people who do it well, amateur " not pay me to run because he is old ?!?!? ".. beyond all, it's nice to feel proud ..
Around the 20th of the view Barbara, wife of Roby a friend of the forum, which is a lot of cheering, encourages me, screaming my name, give me back a bit ' recovery of enthusiasm but not those damn balloons, though with a half-step at 1:44 a.m. 'too high, even if not brilliant, I try to take blow, says Giancarlo , with my "almost 80kg" responds to wind and cold ..
remain on average fall below the 3h30 'until the 37th, break a corner of the pectoral umpteenth wet gust of wind, I lose the pin, try to mend everything but it takes me a life, after a mile to head down I feel some dizziness, I watch the clock and are "out", I have a last gasp, I am stuck with nails and teeth to my goal until the 38th but now the light is off, the party is over, my head tries to rebel but the legs do not respond, even the muscles are dancing now, I'm half a centimeter from the cramps, I'm done now .. Trot boat through the streets of the beautiful old Florentine, sorry not fully enjoy the setting, the warmth of the people, but I want to close quickly, I'm tired of water, cold and wind .. I'm still in time for the last figure from Pirlo, red carpet, a few hints to reciprocate the gesture of exultation typhoid, however, because it is run another marathon, I start cramping and I have to run up the points, ridiculous ..
crossed the line, with the medal around his neck, a little ' excited, I do not know if the sixth pearl or if the target vanished, I can not enjoy the improvement of 17 'from my previous personal head strange to us runners ..
Luckily I have the assistance of my father after the arrival, between water and the cold wind now entered my bones, I can exchange a greeting with Karim and then return to the hotel that someone must have moved several kilometers in the meantime ..
The return trip is even more complicated in the marathon, 3 hours to make net-Firenze Firenze Signa north, lots of snow between the Apennines and Emilia that fortunately subsides with the passage of the hours .. I take the driver to take back the phone, in the meantime, the hands have found their sensitivity, comment my race with quiet enthusiasm, but luckily there are friends to give due weight to things and get me back the smile .. I read a bèll'sms, just hours before the street " if you run with a smile, only you know how to do, I'm sure will be a great marathon " .. Maybe that's what I was missing Sunday, a smile, too intent to catch the 3h30 ', and just enjoy the race and emotions, I notice in pictures ..
See you in Pisa, I will run in flip-flops without goals as anticipated, this time, however, with a smile ..