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THE MOLE ANTONELLIANA


story Orc From Filippo

Hello everyone
work with friends and 'fantastic .....
hours for 6 months, I will 'them' to restore the dome dell'Antonelli.
clearly not intended as a restoration, but a formal security, that 'a hydro-cleaning with water and a special non-polluting detergent for cleaning the granite curbs and lose.

Then the silicone all joints and curbs must lose as in the photo, painting of the stars of the premises (of which keyed the whole cast from 'inside) keying lose routes through the pins 5mm in steel and general revision of the whole party under the dome, a job very interesting, but what I'm proud and that the question of my friends on 'cause I have chosen, I would say that my employers I consider it a serious person I have made it clear that not 'all work on symbol of Turin, since' we have to move on the strings with care not to damage anything when you loaded.

The Mole as well as the symbol of Turin in the world and 'the symbol of the first capital of Italy' and sorry is not 'little, however, when there will be' the right temperature for me lighthouse 'photograph with the Mesh orc so 'we are truly everywhere, and not for everyone !!!!! even Olmo, Burgada etc. ....
Ale 'Orcs

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As with the previous post, this illustration was created by the combination of: pencil L. Zontini color E. Neviani (myself).

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24 HOURS OF TURIN October 17, 2010 Trail of


Tale From Orc Andrea

I participated in the 24 hours in Turin, organized by the Tour of Italy Run.
The event hosted the Italian Championship and Regional Championship Piemontese absolute master over 24 hours. What I am going to tell you my experience. The story also hope to convey the sensations experienced.
The race takes place in the Parco Ruffini Turin and departure is Saturday morning at 10.
arriving around 8 and it seems to me that the organization is a bit 'late.
The path winds along a 1 km ring and close to the starting area is so-called 'breakthrough' in which we can stop when we are not in your path. This is staged two gazebo open to the deposit bags and a tent with 15 cots for the night.
We are a hundred and already during the preparation we realize that space is tight, also the tent and gazebo are neither enlightened or heating. Look for things in the bag at night will be undertaking.
However, the climate that reigns here is beautiful, there are athletes who come from all over Italy and it's exciting to be starting with the athletes of the national team. Stefano Montagner them know. acknowledge Annemarie Gross, anche lei nazionale e vincitrice del Tor de Geant . Con lei facciamo qualche foto nell'attesa dello start.
Si parte. Del G.S. Murialdo siamo in tre: io, Roberto e Daniele. Da Rivoli c'è anche Nerio Soncin: un mito sulle lunghe distanze e non solo. Nerio, da qualche anno corre per la Turin Marathon ma i legami di amicizia sono sempre gli stessi.
Gran parte del sabato corro con Daniele. Parliamo, ridiamo e ci esaltiamo con lo slogan: "Domani mattina saremo ancora qui !" ed indichiamo il punto nel quale stiamo passando. Il chilometraggio è rilevato dal chip sulla scarpa ed ogni passaggio registrato manualmente dai giudici.

Le prime ore passano bene. I have a little 'anxious to' do km '. Luckily for me, Daniel is very accurate and regular help from Garmin proceed. Time does not bode well, there is cold air which lifts the ribbons that mark the route. I started with half sleeves and vest and soon I find myself dressed as I had thought for the night. Luckily I brought a wagon things and spared no expense in exchange rates. A side of the track is
Jerome Debize. I did not know it ran for the Tour of Italy Run. His constant encouragement are: "Forza Andrea, ale, good."
In the morning go to visit Alex, Mario, his son and Silvio. Their presence gives me great pleasure. The hours pass and
km as well. About three o'clock the pasta is ready. Walking gladly eat a hot meal. Daniel goes on to Parmesan.
At five I take a shower. It takes me 15 minutes and hot water regenerates me a bit '.
Our slogan slowly turns: "Tomorrow morning we will be here long stretches ..." and always indicate the point where we are going through. I begin to alternate between two laps of the race and one walk.
E 'awesome to see athletes of national and above all never stop never stop running.

While I'm back on track is taken from a break in the arms of an athlete who tells me: "Come to tell me so." His name is Marco Vannucci strong Tuscan accent and strong pace. He noticed my sleeveless coat with UTMB.
With him I only do a couple of laps and with the breath, at least I talk about race around Mont Blanc in which he participated. Marco is not any athlete. Later I learned that it was at the top for most of the 111km race at the 10th hour.
18 From the time the worse and the first drops of rain fall. Fortunately, other friends come to visit us: John and Claudio with their families. We greet each other by barriers. I will do the honors, I would stop talking, but they are the first to say "go, go."
Indeed I take this opportunity to ask and Pippo read my mileage on the charts updated every hour.
comes the dark: a round of alternating running and walking one. The rain keeps up to 24. At 23
come Pino, Henry and Umberto. Ale! Botta joy. We embrace, I can not say hello to me that Pino has already taken 20 pictures. The meeting took place in mid-circuit, and urge them to follow me in the direction I'm walking, and Henry looked at me, "Andrea know I can not run ..." Burst into laughter fat. They stay until midnight hours my body around which penny km.
Hurrah!

o'clock I decide to make a long pause. I must lie down and change me, my legs hurt.
The tent for the night is' the complete 'and Daniel decided to put in the hallway of Palaruffini that leads to the showers. I have a sleeping bag on the floor and I'm fine. Daniel did not suffer too much for the cold moves in the closet first heated showers. With us there is Silvio Deiure. Silvio went on dancing and having taken back his wife home and returned to the Ruffini to support us. I'm glad of his presence. It helps us with the bag, we recommend and encourage. Meanwhile, Mark gets to take a shower Vannuchi, supported by two people. He was hurt falling down while attempting to dodge a person close to the refueling area. At that money was the first.
E 'one and Silvio tells us he will return to call in an hour. Time passes quickly and I can not sleep.
legs and ankles hurt. I left the sleeping bag and began to tremble with fatigue.

Silvio arrives, look at him and tell him that I did not really want to go out in the cold: "Andrea, we do not think, do one thing at a time, slowly." It 's all difficult, everything is normal even the most mental effort. I put the cream on the feet and legs, wearing sweaters and dry feet. Jerome took me two links of cotton that are warmer than those techniques. Name is Daniel, who decided to rest again. Ok I go Silvio
greet returning home, I insert "mode Orc" And continued to walk.
not raining, there are 2:30 and a better peace.
Way and try not to think. Nerio meeting with some stomach problem. He did not say anything. Each brings
walking his body as best he can. I set the targets: the next 120 km is the .
bringing the two gentlemen and I start to speak. We are impressed by a group of guys that even though the time they are playing football in the next pitch: "Around this time? Our parents would have an ass like that ..." Automatically start at the stories of the oratory, the Salesians, the games on the road ..... we end up with the problem of the neighbor who has sex when so frantic screams and alarm clock half the building. Our paths separate: "Hello again later for the company ".

I stop to eat something and feel the scent of coffee.
" Want some? "The two guys from the restaurant have an eye on four.
They are friendly and helpful and especially patients. With Coffee I eat a slice of bread and jam.
legs for mercy but he stands up to 120 km. Pause. they put me in the tent of night's sleep. Inside I hear the cries of pain but also a beautiful Russian in the dark I sense that there ' these are people lying on the ground. A woman gets up and I gave way, and I lay me down to the cot next to me gets up and throws him his blanket. I'm really tired, and I am grateful for these gestures.
what I think I can still do. It is 6 and I have 4 hours to spare, I'd like to do another twenty kilometers (10 miles, rest, 10km). I get up and while I realize that I left the tent on the bed to my right is Robert. With a view we share everything. Allocation
, I think a turn at a time for fear of losing count repeat in my mind I'm doing the rounds. Meanwhile, the Parco Ruffini
slowly begins to become populated. There are those who walk the dog, who runs, a walk and elderly who are watching in amazement. I go to plan so that the runners on Sunday morning they all look professional.
fruit and turns are designed to get 20 10.
Km 130.

Basta. That's fine.
The legs are well over the limit and would be foolish to continue.
asphalt to which they are unaccustomed he enjoyed enough to slaughter my tendons.
eight o'clock, I still have two hours to spare but I do not care.
I feel empty and let myself be penetrated by the thought of a nice hot shower after which I no longer run. Meeting in the showers of my fellow adventurers and Annemarie Gross. Same attitude: just
take a shower and I come to the track 30 minutes before the deadline. Sitting, I look at those who continue to turn: some have just woken up
others have never stopped, others play to recover a few more nibbling around. Shortly before the end we deliver a plastic cone with the bib number. I set out with Roberto. 1 st shot. last steps. 2 nd shot, stop. We support the cone on the ground.
Nobody has more damage. The eyes rise from the asphalt and happy smiling faces.
Enzo Caporaso embraces us one by one.

would be nice to understand why there is so much damage in a wasted effort.
Maybe not even know us who call ourselves ultramaratoneti. But then who cares.

Maybe all that will remain until there is an incomprehensible space in which to escape and can do crazy things on the street as the mountains.

Hello Andrea

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E 'Jerome was a link to the site of the race, then to him the credit for bringing me to these places that already' knew because a friend who has a house in Coniolo.
To be honest the memory of those days at Coniolo ranging from the beauty of the Monferrato hills fastiodisita 'which gave the mosquitoes in late September for about twenty years ago.
You could not stay out of the house and remember that the collection of large ripe figs, hazelnuts and visits to the banks of the Po 'things were not easy due to the unbearable insect. In October, however
'hopes of mosquitoes do not even see the shadow and look forward to disturbance and that' came from Sweden, which has precipitated temperatures by several degrees.

The designated place of race and 'Rosignano Monferrato, a small village perched on a steep clay hill.
Of those countries that can only be photographed and best paintings, and who could do better Morbelli Angelo, the famous painter who gave light to the colors ...... I hope to get today, the lens of my camera good pictures.

Morbelli I said Angelo, a friend and adviser of that Pellizza Volpedo from that in him I find 'more' than a friend. Morbelli remains today in the Villa Maria Full of Rosignano Monferrato they stayed.
Here was at home by then Pellizza Volpedo and in these places that made his masterpiece painting, a representation of the people who starts a strike ... the Fourth Estate.
also my brother, an avid film buff, and director for pleasure, created in 2003 a beautiful short film on the history of the famous painting.

http://www.99cinema.it/il_quarto_stato.html

Who does not love autumn, its colors, its flavors, the autumn mists.
Drawn from all these perspectives and aware that the places where there will be 'the Trail is full of history, we have now entered the race Pino, Marcello and Vittorio. Let's start with

Collegno (TO), Corso Francia highway entrance hoping the weather holds.
forecasts are worsening in the afternoon we will go ... ' well ... ipermaratoneti to our friends in that of the Parco Ruffini Turin, the Italian league that will take a bit of 24 hours 'less .... our thoughts and' them, to all the hardships and trials that will address physical and mental.

The journey we spend talking about mountains of nations, of races, with Victor that as a good talker is the 'king.

arrive in Rosignano Monferrato and for some reason we are convinced that the race starts from the village, so we perched atop ridiscendernvi and then realize that the start and 'certainly more' close to signs indicating that we saw on the road - -> SHOWERS .....

After having wandered and asked for directions to a native Here we are at last to the distillery and winery Social Rosignano Monferrato. Registration
..... and saw that there is still an hour before departure, we go looking around the distillery.
Two samples of grappa (I'm about 9.00 am) Marcello buy a bottle and tucked in to go visit the store.
buy good bottles of the famous Barbera del Monferrato ... you never know .... maybe after the race and the Cellar 'closed.
smell of fermenting must, riders dressed as fox hunting, vineyards just a short distance, rolling hills and the smell of the earth in autumn there are the scenery change as we prepare for the ups and downs of 24km between the towns of Sala Monferrato , Ottiglio, Cellamonte Rosignano and Monferrato.

Autumn Mists veil

villages clinging on clay hills
stained by rich vineyards
already 'harvested. Some clusters

left for St. Martin
off thirst and the desire

light taste of ancient rites.
Rare Hunters
with their mute

chase enemies who do not know
be themselves. Then ...
strong odor of fermented mash

intoxicate us and remind us

bond with Mother Earth

The departure 'located behind the distillery and we are about 130 athletes race between long and short . It starts calmly
Olympic SlowRun a Trail, and although the sun to come out just like it has none, it will be 'a wonderful morning.

Sara 'a long round trip that takes us through vineyards of Barbera and Moscato, including clay hills and old houses.
Vittorio and 'more' faster than me and Marcello, now already 'in the first few miles we lose. We run together and I
Marcello stopping, from time to time to take pictures at home to savor later in the evening, in those long nights midweek when it gets dark early, and the days of summer sun are long gone.

Often we stop to taste some grapes left from the farmers on St. Martin, berries are juicy, sweet, red grapes and white grapes Barbera Muscat, its taste and 'heady, anything to do with food gels or energy bars ... nothing can' replace.

caterers we do not need anything else, when you are hungry for some apple tree provides us with its ripe fruit, yellow and juicy.

is taken from all this remains only on the paths I Marcello and Rosanna, we begin to have doubts about the paths to follow, we are distracted and ... opla 'we find ourselves at 18km in the finishing straight.

Someone apostrophizes .... like you to be here because Tagliaferri and 'just get here? ...

Ohibo '... in fact we hear the voices of the speaker upon arrival and we are behind our winery smell and 'invested with a very strong smell of grapes harvested and left to mature. Noooooo ...
says Rosanna returning from Troi Shaman .... I want to do all the 24 km that have been assigned. Simple

I say, now let's go back to meet the mileage of 3 km, so 18 +3 = 21, then going back to the 21km 21 +3 = 24.
Et Voila 'said that, with an ancient shaman of the Trail to suggest that Rosanna imemdiatamente solution acceptable to its end.

And 'interesting to see trailers that run contrary to what we are strange but I think, because' everyone is asking if they're going in the right direction .... hilarious.
Crossing Roberto, Victor and many others to explain that we are all back 'to the straight path which he had lost'.
At 21km we pass the same caliber of our athletes and, therefore, with a beautiful face behind it to redirect to arrival.

After the race we moved to the famous ---> ... SHOWERS decide, given the time, take advantage of the lunch offered by the organization in the huge warehouse behind the distillery. Marcello
buy a good Bonarda, and friends trailer that ran with us, dine tired.
Before leaving, given that Victor had not yet visited the winery, we stopped to please and to be able to provide, after
browse the containers full of wine, a glass of Brandy Barbera grape.

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MORENIC TRAIL October 16, 2010 October 3, 2010 TRAVEL TO


courtesy of Vittorio Duregon, we publish his e-mail on this 1st edition of MORENIC TRAIL, trail held in the Canavese 2:03 October.

Monday, October 4, 2010 10:34

Hello Pino,
I am giving you some more details.
I retired to Stage Best of Santo Stefano, a Roman church over Lake Candia, the 67th km.
were 16 and 20. was 34 °. I was pretty good but I could not walk for a pain-corricchiare strong muscle at the hip ds.

I made a big mistake ..... I used some new shoes .... without having ever made.
Apart from the fact that I got them right too, and again in danger of losing the nail of the big left me hurt, other than that, enough already not to risk too much,
serious thing is that these shoes call muscles in a different way and came out an unbearable pain in the muscles that wrap around the outside hip.
trifle, but yesterday I was walking crooked, I'm fine now.

A great regret that I did not go wrong when you sent the sms, it was the 47th, psychologically I was a little down, I began to feel the fatigue started this hip pain, I could not do without suffering the discesine
to toe.
also believed to navigate in the bottom of the group, and instead I did not understand anything .. I had enough.
When I arrived at a stopping point of the bridge over the Dora, the 57th, I timidly mentioned the withdrawal, they said in chorus that I was 30 th overall, I could take it calmly and quietly walking
so I decided to keep going at least for the place next step.
It was not easy to get there, I could not make a yard more.

I open a parenthesis:
As you know this was my first real 'trail' classic, and, since the first edition, I did not know the ground .. The fact is
I was confused about when I arrived, everything was always fine.
still hoped to finish in the first part of the evening, after dark, but very close to Target.
then I ran with one fixed idea: I have to run all day, pass the hours. No clock.
In hindsight I see that I could finish between 23 and one o'clock. At least, that those who had arrived near.

This event takes place on almost all forest land, on a narrow mule paths always well marked.
The first part is a long descent through the woods towards Lake Bertignano, with the actual center of the Serra on the back of a donkey, a path with stones Quite technical. From Bertignano
on undulating terrain in the woods on dirt easy to pound acorns, curly chestnut mushrooms, the crossing of some agricultural land to corn or fruit trees and a few picturesque village. Funny

the brackets. The men's relay looks like a movie.
Vottero Reis, blazers, and Benedict, all three very young and have not found the fourth member. Then Vottero ago the first two fractions alone, some 56 km! But .. make a mistake from the first path and move to third, but recovers
pass the baton to Giacchetto still at a disadvantage than 6 minutes, paid the bill already Giacchetto km to the tenth of its population, it is a bit 'quiet and then he be passing the baton in 1st position with Erik that Benedict will
it the first competitor ever to cross the finish line aa Brosso.


Among the women's relay victory a foregone conclusion, there was a competing quartet Alma Rikka, Maria Luisa Riva, Raffaella Miravalle, Ornella Bosco. They also beat
Giuliano Cavallo, the first ever male!

horse has won in his own way, an important posting. He said he did not know what was happening behind. Zucconi did not know that he had retired.

Otherwise you would be spared, because who wants to run 7 days after the 3 municipalities of Albissola.

Francis has withdrawn about the 50th was the second or third, I felt that he had legs hard, cramps but we have not yet seen.

Statistics Mastibation

Musin 'October 3, 2010


Incipit
Trail Tales so far written about the medium to long distances, is not well placed then a race to 8 km in the corollary of the tales of rides in the mountains.
This race, however, has a special flavor for me, 'cause it plays in the mythologized, magical, wonderful, historic mountain named Musin'.

Prelude
The first time I heard the word Musin 'was around the middle' of the 70 ', by my brother Vito between a Petrus and an MS, after lunch, in the house in Via Torino 1'Piano Ormea n.8 above the bakery today already 'food, I racccontava as its Office of the former steelworks Teksid Corso Mortara, it was explained by one of his colleagues the names of the mountains from there' behold .... The Pirchiriano with the Holy of St. Michael, The Musina, the Civrari .... and I listen to them with curiosity 'and interest.
And to think that my brother do not particularly like the mountains and never until now been able to bring it to the summit of Musin '.

Prologue
The first time I climbed on top, goes back to 1986 when the gym with friends Karate 'Arashi Doyo' Corso Dante, we took a tour of fun ... so'.... to stay a day together.
not remember the trip as a day particularly piacevpole and even I struggle to focus it.
I returned to the top of Musinè with friends again in 1988 and this one I remember more 'sharp, perhaps because of the pictures taken going up the mountain, there was me Marco, Piero, Fausto buddies in real life and at work ...

More 'diligent climbs when you are done, now alone in the house since' my father had moved to Salbertrand, the time to spend in solitude was not extended. So
'some Sundays I run around like wild and lonely for Musinè, away from the chaotic city, free from the noise and things. I went back and peaceful
Peace on Monday so I work less distressed.


Have you seen how many people go
many hearts beat happy

How many minds here And how about you

to seek to resolve problems in
to alienate the world
to throw down 'to your foot steps

In
fleeting love on your hips
In a love forever

Years passed before Musin dated from 'the family, the work they have fully occupied the time.
Then in 1997 I decided it was time to take a few hours for Sport .... sure make it in writing in a gym or association I had absolutely no desire since I arrived 11 years of fitness and Federation of Martial Arts .... no just no desire.
I wanted to be free ... and what better gym Musin'.... just minutes from home a mountain Pret-a-Porter.

The climbs have occurred at least once a week .... I went up only if the weather was good, nevertheless I enjoyed the last remnants of the group of fans who attended the Musin between the goal 'of the 80' and In the late 90 '.
I heard them speak of repeated daily Musin at 4.5 times the number of times a year ..... 200.250 mythical figures who have graced the mountain and have written a piece of history.

Paul, Andriano, Mark, Richard, Mario, Enzo, Salvatore, Cristina, Marcello, Gianmarco, Rocco, and Perrone .... forgive me those are not cited.

On all Cristina's birthday, to be honest I do not remember 'the year 1999 or 2000 I do not know ... had spread the word for festeggiamemnti, as usual, Vito and Marco. In the evening of top
birthday, a beautiful summer evening, we were about thirty people ... a memory indelebile.Tutti had brought along some goodies and had become party.
The descent on the full moon experience.

remember beautiful moments;
-Large snowfall in winter with snow on his belly-
's use of crampons on the steep slopes to the north-
The ski mountaineers that fast-darting
The cold days of January with the Verglass The climbs on the rocks
-summer accompanied by the singing of the cicadas
-night in the moonlight with the lights of Turin

-curious meetings with Wild boar, chamois, roe deer, hares and minilepri
-collections of herbs aromatic grass with wild fennel and onion asparagus wild-
The Buzzards chasing that high, and both gliders floated on the warm updrafts
-I lunch prepared by our Vito, now chef-I trust
fungaioli coming down with baskets full of mushrooms and drum sticks
-Newcomers of downhill looking for, without ever succeeding, to tame the mountain to climb The
-come, first downhill and to discuss Policy
-Picking blackberries for jam. The Way of the Cross-
Pasquale for kiosks that link to S. The Abaco
-ascended with the fog that covered the plain

and so many other things .... about this incredible mountain living.

And then on top if the weather helps you, you are rewarded after 750 meters of elevation gain at 1150 above sea level, with a beautiful panorama of the Alps Maritimes, Hautes and Graie

gaze 360 \u200b\u200bdegrees from
Marcarolo to Cadibona From the
Monviso Granero
From Eagle SanGiorgio
Rubinet from the Rocciavrè
From Cristalliera all'Orsiera
From Pelvous to Ciusalet
From Rocciamelone to Civrari From the Throne
Ciamarella
granparadiso From the Rose
Then the misty moors Padane
have nothing to fear at the top


Al Musin 'I got to meet people like Valerie Bertoglio or the mayor of Torino Chiamparino, find old friends ... 'cause here sooner or later we are all at least once in their life, almost in procession, and then you make vivid the torchlight of January for the feast of St. Abaco, that are then in the great bonfire' Square Cays in Caselette with the drinking of mulled wine '...... And finally

Mountain Running races, the classic route this year and that 'its 25'Edizione, Alpine Marathon Valdellatorre already' and that the 3'Edizione Musin was in 'one of its landmarks.

The Chronicle of the race
Participation in the race for me, and 'was in doubt until the last day. First
the same time as the company's GS race Murialdo the 'Valfre Roof,''in secundis a terrible cold of autumn that struck me a few days before the race.
But here we are at last at 8.00 in Piazza Cays with a forecast is not entirely appropriate to the race, cold, fog and drizzle Otto. The race
'dedicated to the memory of Cesare Bonino and we are about 60 athletes enrolled between males and females, ready to challenge for a distance of almost 8km with 750D +.

participating in the race Orcs different Pinocho, Marcello, Paul, and PinoPic also a large group of athletes Gs Murialdo. Just found
obligatory coffee ', I chided all the early rising as the race starts at 9.45 ... but there you' will take the opportunity to tell us the last few weeks, between races made, bone and joint ailments, and planning for possible events future. At the start

Fausto also that, after the distortion of just two weeks ago 'the race of 3Denti Cumiana, thanks to his trusted nurse, his wife Anna, and' already 'can participate in this short but tough mountain race .

PinoPic ... And then in great shape and free climbing courses, we do not want to reveal how in a few months has lost 10kg of weight ... the bike ...?... Climbing ..?

Released from a kiosk in the square Cays meeting Richard, who I nicknamed Jambo because of his early years 2000 to hike the mountain Kilimanjaro symbol of Equatorial Africa.
He 's a real afficionados of Musin' and although not written to any company 'wants to join the race this year in the ranks of competitive athletes.

Final preparations, with heating on the road of the road we meet the Councillor for Sports of the Communities' mountain valleys of Lanzo, promoter dell'ULtraTrail of Valli di Lanzo, tender baby in planning for fall 2011.

Hours 9:45 departure, after the shot from the top of the climb Cays square about 400 yards from running like a race track, so 'that you get the first flight already' with the breath.

run all cobbled leading to the church dedicated to saints martyred in ancient Rome in the first century. dc, Abaco, Mary, Martha, Audiface .
The church is known to most people 'as the church of S. Abaco and every newsstand, each built by the associations of artisans, pray that' in tecnicissima descent awaits us after the cross, there is nothing happening.

Paul is going strong, his past in athletics says a lot .... I follow to the wheel and that even with the ankle Fausto crushed can keep up without even trying too hard. At the plateau of
Pian Grand Paul has already taken almost 100 meters in distance, behind me and behind me Fausto.

Saut d'la Vulpe with its chains, Paul did not see him more 'tell me', a race over, and that 'at the top in 39minuti passed while I step points to the cross in the 41st minute Sponge ... and began the descent on muddy slippery rocks, raining a slow rain ... and down in a nosedive. Fausto
with him and two other athletes than me, I make them move.
My aim is' do not hurt me, I'm terrified of sfraccellarmi on some rocks as well as succeed Robert G. that has' earned a nice cut from the suture leg.

At the end of the descent and reached the avenue of return to square at the bottom Cays see the outline of Paul .... damn I recovered in 2 minutes ..... still down 500 meters and I could make the final sprint with him ..... sara sin 'for next year.

Winners of 25th edition, dedicated to the memory of Cesare Bonino, are Tatian Odin and Deborah Cardone. Odin Valpellice
Athletics ended the race in 49'43 "after 47" of Claudio Garnier GASM Torre Pellice and 58 'by Luca Vacchieri Des Amis. Lorenzo Rivera Oria Thu 22 of fourth place in 51'08 "in front of Massimo Garnier GASM in 53'09".

For girls to victory Cardone Athletics Thu 22 Rivera, who finished in 56'22 "in front of Marina Plavan Baudenasca in 1h03'49 and Paolo Martoglio Giaveno of La Salle in 1h10'08".

Pending awards, drink tea and nibbling a biscuit, the speaker announced the winning companies in the points .... and with surprise that the GS Murialdo won the 1 'position with a cup to be framed.