There was a moment , yesterday, during my 17km in the snow where my right leg slipped into the channel alongside the path on which I run. The snow made me difficult to distinguish the path from the field and the channel, but I did it many times now that I could follow it with your eyes closed then a moment of inattention, and a leg I "run" in the channel, I fall heavily on the left side of my body, a half somersault, and I find myself upside down, lying stomach and buttocks frost in the air, looking to the sky and snow that fell on my face .. in I enjoyed that moment, I do not know how long since I went to bed in the snow, it seemed to be back a bit 'boy ... ... ... ... ... ... .... all for a moment , then the knee "peeled" burned, the blow was beginning to be felt, the embarrassment to the figure of m *** in me and triggered the stopwatch that ran me back to running quickly, however, thinking back to that moment , lying in the snow, I enjoyed it!
