Detached Retina With Dia

Venice under three hours ...


First the post seriously ...

Corcagnano Half of race in the twenty-four hours was a clear signal that the work of an entire year was paying off, of course, the culmination of the preparation I had originally set in Reggio Emilia, Venice I had enrolled with the intention of using it as long as evidence, but at this point would not be wise to postpone, taking 48 days standby la tensione al massimo rischiando di vanificare quanto fatto finora, no, meglio tentare subito, anche con qualche perplessità sui lunghissimi, non paura di non riuscire ma solo timore reverenziale, la Signora merita rispetto.

Come detto la sera prima a cena, tra mille previsioni di diluvi "se domani il tempo tiene parto per l'assalto" e siccome la Maratona mi ama, (ormai lo so, ed è reciproco) Domenica mattina la poca pioggia non basta neanche a sporcare il parabrezza della navetta che ci porta verso Stra, per cui Lady 42.195 sembra dire:
"niente scuse ex ciccione, il palco è allestito alla perfezione, devi solo entrare in scena"

Stra è veramente un spettacolo, rivoli di colorful runner that converge to form a big river and a lake in front of the start line, the final preparations here, greetings, pictures of this but I will speak later then the lake flows placidly to the cages. It enters the grid in advance, a little jog and jumps to keep muscles warm, the strategy in my mind is clear: do not follow the pacer but only the feelings trying to get to the half with a distinct advantage to be spent in any final I can not go on I dare savings wisely, though it seems a contradiction.

I know I have a good sense of rhythm and here I wish to use the words of the great Gert, spiritual assistant of my company, written words to beginning of the year after "considered" but my poor curriculum with that of other marathoners:


"his three marathons are characterized by great regularity, especially the second and third. This shows how sensitive to the rhythm and that it is able to withstand the mental and physical fatigue in the marathon. As we read the objective is now aiming big, The Wall.
He certainly room for improvement, must be careful to calibrate the pace of training is not about speed but you want the current value. As they say, hope is not a strategy "

So I did this long anno, passo dopo passo giù nei 10K di oltre un minuto, poi sui 15, qualche settimana fa la mezza in un tempo per me stratosferico (1:23:26) ed oggi sono qui per l'esame finale. Adrenalina alle stelle, VIA!

Il primo chilometro è una agonia, un muro di runner con lingua biforcuta, tempi dichiarati sotto l'effetto di sostanze stupefacenti, devo saltare come un grillo da una parte all'altra della strada, da dietro arriva l'urlo di Alvin "Filippo che ci fai ancora lì vaiiiii! Risultato 4:24 come esordio ecco un bel pò di secondi da recuperare; secondo parziale a 4:05, ok ora sono in assetto di gara, concentrazione su respiro e passo, filo via liscio sul piede dei 4:10 voglio mettermi in pari con gli split provided, 5K in 20:29 to pace the perfect temperature and the firm belief that with some slight fluctuation will be my pace until the end, I switch to the 10K in 41:38 surpassing the 3:10 pacer, in the villages along the crossed Riviera del Brenta while cheering can be heard and help make the miles slip away by the mind, 15K 1:02:44, just before I passed the pacer of three hours, waiting for the next kilometers to assess my condition on which half Arrival in 1:28:12, one minute and forty seconds are my hard-earned cash poor and that I'll manage until the end!

The transition between two wings of a Mestre is cheering crowd lump in my throat, we are at the twenty-fifth (1:44:42) all'uscita della città ci attende il famigerato parco San Giuliano, ma per me abituato a correre i lunghissimi su argini deserti in compagnia della nebbia non provoca alcun effetto particolare, qualche bel saliscendi, un urlo a Dante che si permetteva di stare al telefono anzichè soffiare dentro una vuvuzela al mio passaggio (si farà perdonare con una splendida foto) e siamo al 30°...2:05:49 e solo sorpassi, sempre e solo sorpassi, ora che ci avvicinamo al finale riconosco l'espressione di chi ha capito di aver speso troppo, non è necessario neanche guardare i volti basta il rumore del passo, dispiace ma è così, alla Maratona bisogna sempre dare del lei.

Davanti agli occhi il ponte della libertà una lingua endless supply of asphalt at the bottom, near and distant Venice, this is the time in which the legs pass the baton to the mind, throw away the key "3" will not help me. The

are tired but no cramps, a bit of trouble but her legs held, it is certainly hard to keep up among the trunks smiles of complicity and encouragement, we all know that we are still inside, and finally the bridge ends , we enter the port area and here a moment of panic: three hours of the pacer overtakes me and tries to take off, the clock and look surprised I can not understand, I do not think I fell, I try to follow him when some point we are joined by a decidedly more marathon quicker than us and definitely altered the pacer yelling: "But about that .. or are you doing? Do not you see that you have lost all? I understand that is not your step but you can never leave it, they'll die!"

The response of the pacer? "Yeah I know but after I slow down! (No comment)

The mystery, they are still in the running, step on the red carpet of the fortieth behind with 2:49:20 and we are in Venice people and then people are still people, encouragement in all languages \u200b\u200bas I read the first sign "-14 bridges are beautiful, but here you go pain with his teeth and try to get off at breakneck speed to avoid wasting precious seconds, I try an unlikely progression and meanwhile the bridges to the parade route -1 on top, I'll throw in down the "Go Phil!" yelled to my wife joins me suddenly, I rush to walk the last meters to the inflatable that magic beep seems the most beautiful sound in the world including the official time of 2:59:08 under three hours, testing comments bar sport!

Well yes I confess, I had imagined this ending in a thousand ways but today apart rejoice and embrace my neighbors running the only thing I managed to do was look at the clock that ticked the seconds until the appearance of inesorabilemte number three fateful saying to myself ... today you were great! Tranquilli ... pass me fast!