A Marathon Road thing missing here is one of my short career opportunity ... Running right into the 'City that I saw a man, Augusta Taurinorum .
course as Orc, the way I do not pack it '... But anyhow,' ended the raids up and down 'to the mountains, you want to walk on the streets for a day, courses, and the avenues the peripheries of the world of humans.
Normally the cross for work to move from one place to another always with a thousand thoughts, difficult to understand the true distances, except that winter of 1986 when a heavy snowfall forced me into a bipedal week .... enjoyed some city on foot 'and including the distances.
Sure my internal GPS will want ':
- take me to the park Stupinigi
- head to the Monte San Giorgio
- get on the morainic hills in Rivoli
- refuse to enter into the heart of the city 'men
But we also need to make these experiences to be even more' ORCO.
The preparation time is not as resistance 'was a problem ... and the acquisition of speed' on the black bitumen and 'was planned with a series of races from 21km and nothing more'. Ben
4 Orcs are taking part in the Turin Marathon: Pino, Andrea, and Robert Mauro.
Race day they join with us and Nerio Soncin Gaspare.
Well yes, I do Nerio name too because it 's a myth and the endurance race and' official ambassador of the Turin Marathon.
Along with Andrea, Nerio only a month ago, he participated to 24 hours in Turin, and both have traveled 130km.Oggi are here with us for one of the toughest marathon 'famous in Italy.
The meeting and 'at the subway station Fermi (Collegno), then with a dedicated race, the Orcs down in the womb of Mother Earth.
on a train without a driver and the hope given to us by GTT through the speakers of the Metro, we slingshots to the heart of the city 'Savoy.
During the trip which will take us 'to the central station of Porta Nuova, do not talk of nothing but time, estimates of minutes per km ... Nerio advised us during the race, to ' floats head ' ... maybe that means the state of trans allows you to enter the mystical world where the effort does not exist ... at almost ecstatic enlightenment.
Nerio
mythical hero of many goals
Mille your experiences
Simple your spirit, your being
competitive.
Perhaps the continuous chase,
to float in your head
've reached the epitome of the race and you seems to me a
Monaco marathon
of the Buddhist Tendai sect. Perhaps
athlete in your life you've tasted the sweet feeling that
and 'enlightenment.
We get off at Porta Nuova and the city 'because of the blockade and traffic' without traffic, a real pleasure.
In Piazza Castello and 'the obligation of caffettino.
missing little more 'than 45 minutes at the start, we approprinquiamo to change and deliver the bags at the camp site Romano in Piazza del Duomo, which, with the commissioning of this morning has seen bidding farewell to Cardinal Poletto . The start
'arrived, Andrea reminds us that will try' to follow the balloons of 3.30, while Pino, Roberto, Mauro Gaspar and blue balloons of 4.00. At the start
very strong athletes, of all nationalities and the Africans can not miss: Kenyans, Ethiopians, Eritreans, Moroccans ....
Earth
hidden by black ribbons of asphalt
bitumen
quick trip
nellle
metropolis of men. For one day
owners
streets and valleys to break the
metropolitan city with thousands of soles
drumming with men from the Omo Valley
women from the banks of Donau
unison to challenge themselves
The rate of departure and 'bland, Andrea already lose it' as a po 'even before the first battery tambuireggiare hear music ... and' cause the noise of this instrument we accompegnera 'for the duration of the marathon . Ongoing
Cairoli's purposes Mauro Gaspar and go to hell ... and we lose them too. We are at
us force each other and I Roberts.
The clock is ticking on the roads that remind me of years past, every road is a link:
- current maximum and Valentino in my teens when I lived on a Ormea
- Corso Unita 'd'Italy, boy at the boarding school of the Fathers Somaschi
- Moncalieri where I attended the ITIS GB Pininfarina
We run at about 5 min with 40secondi per kilometer, as named Roberto, 'BLACK DEATH' below, aka the big group in the center with the blue balloons.
Once in Orbassano and the rest of the 21km we engage the group of 4 hours, maybe they can follow to the finish ..... a chimera. Even Roberto
finally is released and so far in 100metri each run on their own.
Bones clapping, marching tendons, muscles swell, lungs bled ....
try to move the necessary, not long strides, as a minimum. A
Gel helps me to prevent the crisis that will come for sure between 30 and 35 km.
From a hole in the ground, Rivalta, or perhaps from a bush piracanta Umberto comes out here.
Me all'impovviso I find them almost un'ologramma, with his green jacket looks like a goblin of the woods.
It 's a great pleasure to see him, he promised that he would accompany us for a piece of bitumen, and here it is accurate.
I cling to him physically, as if to drag me anything ... I do not stand up ... then ask him if he's not even that ... no food ... well I say I hold my bottle, and the need to please the little help porgimela ... otherwise we are to do '.
Umberto tells me that Andrea had not dared to follow very concentrated in the race and to keep the rhythm of the large group of fanatics of 3 hours and 30 minutes.
this morning had to be there but Henry of force majeure, a customer struggling with finzanza, did not allow him to be present.
Unlike Moncalieri, Orbassano, Rivalta, where we have literally made the holidays, Rivoli are now passing through a cold town, perhaps because
time now tarda.Sono fact about 12.30 pm and in Italy Sunday, a marathon or not, we cook and think about food. Here
Corso Francia a long straight towards the center of Turin, we meet many friends and acquaintances who are cheering for us.
's done, this straight through 5 municipalities, Torino, Grugliasco, Collegno, Rivoli, and' called Corso Francia since 'was the path that led from Turin on the outskirts of Rome at the time of Caesar was called to Avignon (AD Finis Cotii). Then the road continued to Exilles (Excingomagus) to the Susa Valley and crossing the Mont Cenis (Mons Matronae) and Montgenevre (Mons Cinerum) for France (Gaul).
Umberto leaves me in Cascine Vica at the entrance of the bypass, just after I reach Robert, who in the throes of a crisis, slowing his pace.
my part and the pace 'steady and I can quit 4ore6minuti. Certainly not a
Tempone, as they say in slang, but a result which, until recently hoped to achieve last-minute road being a marathon runner. Why
'so hard ?..... incastonarfe the pleasure of the words in this narrative, the friendship of the Orcs and the beautiful photos taken OntheRace.
forgot .... you arrive in Via Roma, Piazza Castello with the finish straight and the final strip between the Dioscuri Castor and Pollux, and 'was the realized dream of every runner in Piedmont.
photo: http://picasaweb.google.com/MUSIRUIS/20101114MaratonaDiTorino #
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