Tuesday, October 12, 2010

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Lake Garda Marathon

L' ho avuto per tutta la settimana prima della gara e c'è l' ho un po' ancora adessso....
Avrò fatto bene o avrò fatto male??? Il dubbio era se interpretare la Lake Garda Marathon come lungo allenante per la più prestigiosa maratona di Atene del 31 ottobre o se onorarla al meglio senza preoccuparmi di risparmiare energie. Nel pregara e durante il riscaldamento non ci ho pensato poi molto, anzi I would say a little ... in fact with the number attached to the chest, you know, all right ... we changed the outlook more "that race is, if there is not racing?". How often we hear: 's important is not to participate, but put as little as possible!
In the race I have not thought of at all, the fact is that I left to start perky, facilitated by the road downhill and not helped by the GPS monitor in the 'pace due to the continuous galleries. The first 20 km slip away shiny and fast, the half-step in 1h33'14'', but near Arco beginning to feel a sense of fatigue, try to stay positive, even if I have an annoying wind in your face, I comfort because the beats are low, around to 155 bpm and breath just busy. On the path back from Arco I still can not keep a good speed, but in Malcesine from Torbole set the pace a bit 'because there are ups and downs, but more because they want their legs in the last 5 km to the marathon makes me the bill ... I feel heavy and all 'entrance to the town of Malcesine I give myself 10 seconds to pass between the two climbs that anticipate the' arrival and shortly after, with the final straight everything to me I close the second half in 1h36'23'' . Final time of 3h09'37'', 72 overall.
Even if you're away from the wall of a chasm and over 3 hours of just over a minute compared to my staff, they are still satisfied, the decline in the final and heaviness in the legs are the result of too many km is made in 'last month, is the half race on the Sunday before Villafranca. Now quiet week for disposing of the tired and thinking about what to do and how to set the last two weeks before Athens.

Saturday, October 9, 2010

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All set for the Lake Garda Marathon !




Wednesday, October 6, 2010

What Is A Lump On My Neck Hard To Swallow

Spoon River Anthology


bodies emerge from the graves, bodies and voices. Is it the Day of Judgement?
No, it's the 'Spoon River Anthology .

The poetry of Edgar Lee Masters took life by 142 actors, simultaneously from four cemeteries in Tuscany, told, indeed 'embodied', the history of the country of the dead of Spoon River.

The weather is mild, we go to the Cemetery of the Holy Doors, where next to the graves of the brothers Alinari, Spadolini and Pietro Annigoni see Petit wandering poet, the court Delay Lively, Dippold the optician, Dr. Meyers and many others.
Each character has shared his story, he shared with the audience throughout the afternoon, repeat and repeat as befits those who are in eternity.

are dead, are imperishable and are free to describe the second absolute truth, whether they have burned a building, killed someone or sin of blasphemy. They are dead, they have nothing to lose. The report
che si crea tra il morto e lo spettatore è intimo, reale, quasi imbarazzante.

Gli occhi azzurri della bravissima attrice Teresa Fallai , nei panni di Faith Matheny, sembrano scandagliare le nostre viscere per trovarci la paura o il coraggio dinanzi alla morte, sembrano chiedere se sappiamo qualcosa sui bagliori improvvisi dell'anima.

O ancora Jones l'indignato, interpretato da Fulvio Cauteruccio , ci punta il dito contro e ci grida il suo dissenso perché non accetta di essere stato considerato un uomo finito.
Ci incolpa e inveisce contro di noi, siamo tutti colpevoli in fondo. Qualche astante se ne va via impaurito per la veemenza, magari preferisce cercare il Monni seasons that his reading of hill but with a reassuring encore, a joke, an anecdote.

Margherita Hack leave a video message, Carla Fracci is an ethereal, as quick, appearance, Alessandro Riccio amazes us with her look mad visionary, and so forth until the sun goes up that the dead do not begin to dissolve.

We go away then, but hope they do not spend too much time moving the next meeting.

Silvia Cosi, photo Sergio Lipari