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Monza ... a breath of fresh air!

What smells locked in here, AIR!

There are races that call you, and there are great days, so you can sum up the half marathon in Monza.

few days fa, alla ricerca di una gara che coincidesse con i 21K di test previsti dalla tabella pro Venezia mi ero imbattuto nella pubblicità, che mi aveva subito intrigato, sia per contesto sia perchè non avevo proprio voglia di correre in solitaria 21K tirati, una vera verifica richiede sempre il taumaturgico effetto pettorale quindi iscrizione immediata in barba alle previsioni del tempo che prevedevano qualcosa di simile al diluvio universale. In effetti il diluvio c'è stato, ma il giorno precedente la gara, e a vedere i tg son stato tentato di non partire nemmeno.

Invece la Domenica all'alba cielo minaccioso ma con qualche concessione alla speranza, via verso Monza, poco più di un ora di autostrada per poi rimanere invischiato in una coda worthy of the "traffic jam" of Comencini: I get to pick the chest at 8:50, luckily, once past the obstacle, physiological for that stretch of road, I can appreciate the first signs of what will prove to be a perfect organization: inside of the automobile parking areas with access controlled by diligent volunteers, number of bathrooms that require virtually no waiting, distribution, pectorals and baggage utrarapidi despite the more than 2,500 participants, thanks to all this at nine and five o'clock are already fully dressed with a tank top official Blogtrotter, ready for heating, the glance of the square in front of the box chock full of runners is a show!

Fifteen minutes of slow running with some extension and is now entering the grid, the second, thanks to the qualifications of "Verdi's land 2010", surplus with casually up to the fence and position it in me waiting for the start. The Duchess of

30K course on Sunday were well digested during the previous week, a sign that the past month to swallow foods such as lentils, liver and other delicacies similar scored the goal of covering at least the indicator of iron reserves, and now I am here to find out what my true condition.

traffic light and fire, you go, the space is not missing then immediately pass to get my rhythm, it goes without saying that honesty nel dichiarare i tempi per avere accesso in griglia non è di questo mondo, il serpentone di runner si allunga ben presto nel rettilineo sino alla prima variante, poi in leggera discesa verso la seconda variante, la curva di Lesmo, il Serraglio, variante Ascari poi rettilineo in direzione parabolica per uscire dall'autodromo e imboccare i viali del parco, i primi 5K sono volati via in 20'18" le gambe girano bene, mi sono inserito in un bel gruppo siamo una decina, a turno ci tiriamo il collo alternandoci come capofila e questo aiuta a tenere alto il ritmo, mi impongo però di non saltare neanche un ristoro nonostante la fresca temperatura inviti a fare il contrario.

L'ingresso nei viali del parco riserva una inaspettata sorpresa: il percorso is not flat as I expected, but presents a night of ups and downs that actually bother me more than help to keep awake the legs, a bit like the marathon of Reggio Emilia, I spend 10K 40'56 "probably a stupid smile on his face and began to make improbable projections for the final time, a fly that slips into the trachea almost brings me back to earth, forcing me to run for nearly 500 meters imitating the flushing :-(

Meanwhile Heaven opens and begins to warm and cozy inside, traveling to the sixteenth, the wall of the half, but despite a temporary decline due to fatigue and the pace hold the slope, trying not to give up the direct opponents, the last km run between constant overtaking, facts, and suffered, until the return on the legendary asphalt with the last kilometer course in 3'55 "with his eye fixed on that inflatable seemed to never arrive, the catch to a Garmin : 26:16, incredulous and overjoyed because it also comes after a week of heavier by 116 kilometers.

good feeling to get back to the pits semi-deserted, 164 ° to 2540, the backpack and I pick a well-deserved shower and then change me on the ramp take advantage of what has become a beautiful sunny day and the asphalt has turned into a sort of beach where all the great finisher "is the beach" to restore themselves.

Waiting the awards (not me of course), the pleasant encounter with the Wild, author of the beautiful pics, as always borne infectious enthusiasm, so between 4 and photo chat is now starting the journey back home, now bell tower of Venice seems to me more so fuzzy!

If I Had Wheels I'd Be A Wagon Meaning

Ronfi!

In practice I'm so, I can not get rid of the apathy of post holiday, luckily there is the Venice marathon to keep alive the interest in the race otherwise I would have fallen even training, yet there are thousands of abandoned blog post running for the mind, feedback zero, while continuing to follow all, in other words, do good company a Giancarlo, ma almeno lui lo ha annunciato con largo anticipo, l'unica cosa positiva è che con dieta mirata, riposo e ripresa graduale sembro aver ripreso un pò di forze, negli ultimi allenamenti avevo difficoltà ad andare sotto i 4'15" sugli allenamenti veloci, tipo ripetute da 1K, tempi incompatibili con quanto fatto sino ad un mese prima. In quest'ultima settimana qualche segno di risveglio confermato dal buon risultato nel lungo corso in occasione della "Corsa della Duchessa" di Parma, di cui parlerò al più presto (sicuro?).

In attesa della sveglia...buone corse a tutti!

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Why build a business is a little 'how to start a long journey. On the adventure.

Creating a vision who can inspire and involve setting goals and, last but not least, find the right holiday companions. Because it's only thanks to them that you arrive at your destination.

Gianfranco Chiarappa

A new idea, a new product, a new business: everything is born from a dream from which we are unable to leave, a flash, an inspiration: a revolutionary idea.
The work being carried out mainly to fully understand where you can push, to discover what you are really capable of.
And as for the departure of a ship, thinking they must prepare the path is never easy to get started.
Then, we start?
Establish a route.
should obtain and test the tools necessary, which sails are bigger or prepare their moorings, check boats and supplies.
careful not to get caught in the undertow on routes without effect, stifling the instinctive tendency of doing, and nurturing that instead serve to maintain the road.
The planning of the trip will order the work and prepare to storm the ship. What, stay rest assured, not long in coming.
find kindred spirits.
History loves the image of a single leader, the lone captain of the ship, but it is not in reality. The winning companies are started and carried out by more kindred spirits. Although in the end perhaps only one of them will be celebrated and will go down in history as the true hero.
beginning is more likely that a team of veterans, there is a crew of young people with little experience and maybe that still need to learn to live together and work as a team, but rich in talent, energy, and a pinch of unconsciousness ...
It is perhaps for this reason that new companies are of concern to young people. Young in spirit, rather than age registry. It is they who, without asking too much they will earn or how many will have to make sacrifices to achieve the result, they risk beyond expectation.
And it is only thanks to them that you arrive at your destination.
explained Hoist anchor and set sail, it's time to leave.

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A World Cup is an excellent opportunity to study humor, racism and friendly relations among peoples. Even if they do not say, the French hate the Italians who reciprocate the antipathy, tell me what Italian has enjoyed for the elimination of France in South Africa and what France has not enjoyed the Slovak goal tonight. ignominiously The German newspapers write of the Italian Mafia and spaghetti, "but actually" gnawing " -in fact I was 15 years old when Italy happened in the semifinals with Germany and won 4 to 3 in Mexico City in a game that we did everything to lose, but it was impossible not to win as we were significantly higher. I challenge a single 60 year old telling me I can not remember the fourth goal for Italy as Rivera, a beautiful stroke to the right of the German goalkeeper. The Germans we met them again in the final in Spain 82: ended 3 to 1 for us and wrong even with a penalty Cabrini, Tardelli were the mythical, Bruno Conti, Paolo Rossi ... Even in Berlin in 2006, an entire stadium in red, yellow and black, we played the semi-final with Germany : 2 to 0 after extra time for us, Grosso Pirlo's assist, and soon after, Del Piero. The World Cup as First Communion, graduation, marriage and the purchase of the house, mark the life and I never understood all the radical-chic with hints if you considered insane nostalgia Domenghini and Riva. I, too, if there is love in between, do not watch the game and my wife can testify that, on holiday in the mountains, I preferred to go out to dinner, go the evening with her, and know the outcome of the 1994 final Brazil Italy the next morning. This year's World
Italy went wrong, I would say that he went "Italian".
First of all, faithful to the carelessness that characterizes national identity, Lippi has made the same mistake Bearzot in 1986. He trusted, especially for the defense team, the champions of 2006: Cannavaro, 37, for three games in a row was a real tragedy and did make the shape of the unknown world class players. Many were selected by Lippi, you can now use the past, Juventus, Juventus, despite no fewer than 9 players did a bad season. Here comes another national problem, the convenience, the conflict of interest, the game lobby to be favored at the expense of the municipality. Since Lippi has long been the coach of Juventus, and probably will return there, has seen fit to ignore the players of other teams.
The third aspect that is striking: after the first two draws painful Lippi said: stay calm, "is not my last game in blue," says that "in 1982, Italy passed the first round with three draws and then won the World ". It does not say what went wrong in the first two games, leads analysis, does not describe remedies for him alright, "is now the beautiful, "said before the game with Slovakia.
In essence, relies on good luck, another national disease. We Italians know, if we study history, what happened when we trusted to luck: September 8, Greece, Adua, Lissa, Custoza, Kobarid
... All occasions when it is mixed with carelessness personal convenience of kings and generals. And, for want of other weapons, it has relied on good luck.
A fourth point to consider is that for an Italian there is no greater enemy of another Italian. This we learn from the history of past and present, from politics, even by sport.
I have a friend that Inter tifava for Slovakia. The league, on and on radio Padania Bossi ever for foreigners who support and are always against Italy we would have to make a long speech. They are the Government of the Italian Republic and the opposition at the same time, they are ministers but do not go to the June 2, they take their hefty salaries as a minister, Mr and senator from Italy, but are against the flag, their sit on the benches of Palazzo Madama and Palazzo Montecitorio and bear tie and a handkerchief in the pocket of green. I am, I hope that at least aware of it and begin to have shame, the quintessence of the worst "southern". If ever there was a character like that, synthesized from the symbolic image of the "foot in both camps" or dell'Arlecchino servant of two masters, the actor would be a fixed policy of the Northern League ready to jump on the bandwagon of who wins in any occasion (because in 2006 they were all fans of Italy?), ready to say one thing and do another just to hold on to power, with a handkerchief or the green flag, depending on what and who should pay, not a northern realizes that he has even lost the exquisite culture of its own North. Who prefer shouting "celodurismo" stadium instead of understanding the complex country that would love and in which he lives. Italy is forever. Instead Right and Left history, fascism, DC, PCI, Berlusconi and the League last season and an end.
Moreover, even in football fan Italians stand out. When Inter has played in European Cup against Bayern Italy tifava half for Bayern, Inter did the same when they played Roma, AC Milan or Juventus. I'm the only fan that Italian fans never against, which is always for Italian teams in any city and wherever they play. At best, I have some more sympathy for small provincial football is still where the passion and the teams are not built with the money of Agnelli, Berlusconi and Moratti, but that's another story.
One last point: all teams have dozens of players naturalized foreigners, or immigrants who have become "national." It has always been France, and England, now he also Germany with the Polish attack and midfield turkish. We at this phenomenon which is stronger than any team there are not even noticed. Thiago Motta, the very strong defender, is an Italian citizen for 4 years and held, of course, before the World Cup, "I would be happy to play in the Italy of Lippi."
I would have liked the couple Okaka - Balotelli at least on the bench.
Lippi was wrong about everything and tell you right now con chiarezza, ma molti sarebbero saliti sul suo carro, come nel 2006, se solo avesse vinto.

Consoliamoci con i gol di Quagliarella e Di Natale. Splendidi.
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