Deed Of Trust Writable

mud and snow that is a pleasure!

preparation for the Rome Marathon continues for alternative and highly entertaining

After the repeated "Gharib "Today I participated for the second time in a trail, but not as competitive in Morfasso summer, but a beautiful tapasciata the paths along the river Savio in nearby Cesena.

My body clock has decided for me that was 5 hours for urgent sbrandamento heartburn and despite the bladder .. My effort to mend the relationship between myself and the soft, warm bed, forced to surrender, left my home and I headed quietly in the heart of Romagna.

arrived in the parking lot meeting well in advance, I start looking for a bar to keep caldo.L 'I am now, but even the time on the beat suppliers, so that neither the press nor the pastries were delivered, which added to the front door of the bar, which had broken the light barrier, to be opened manually was a "stone" made me think that the day is not then he was starting just fine!

Poco dopo però l'arrivo del pasticcere mi fa ricredere,il cannolo alla nutella è spaziale,tanto che ne prendo due e nemmeno a farlo apposta arrivano gli 'organizzatori (Pelo)ed altri due suoi amici  e grazie ad un cinquantone di euro che deve essere cambiato mi ritrovo in debito di una colazione..

Mi dirigo alla partenza,dove con metabolismo da pollaio come il sottoscritto,vedo in carne ed ossa il mitico Jane,di cui da mesi leggo ed invidio,trail ed altre corse lontane.

Tra le sue ultime imprese c'è un deserto,ma da quelle giornate calde alla mattinata odierna ci son un minimo 40 gradi in meno,così attendere i ritardatari diventa una piccola tortura per le estremità dei nostri arti coi quali riuscirò a ripristinare una connesione a 5 tacche solo dopo alcuni km di percorso!!

Appena riscoperto di avere ancora dieci dita sia nelle mani che nei piedi decido di riporre la mia termocoperta(un k-way viola )nello zainetto ma la cosa a causa delle ridotte dimensioni del mio camel bag diventa"brigosa"perdo meters from the group .. I knew today's race will be an intensive preparation for moving luggage, I see that someone starts to notice my difficulty and slow pace, but I will not be a burden so I close the gap and, thanks some volunteers can overcome "the baggage check at the border" and enjoy it again spettaccolo of snow in the night has whitened the surrounding hills and the quiet that is able to convey the flow of water in their bed Savio ...

like myself though, even the river the night before must have drunk too much, so much so that having "the bladder inflates it forces us to an alternate location because the crossing thereof, provided by the staff, is impractical, forcing us to do 3 km of asphalt, just to loosen a bit 'of mud from the soles of his shoes but a little' less rewarding path in nature ..

but within the ranks, and after a climb rather hostile get to the first King of the Mountains, where the staff has prepared a first fabulus based crostatona dining and drinking various kinds, and views on the lookout this side of the Apennines. The cold, however, reign supreme again .. and again sucked into a steep descent we return briefly to riaffiancare the river, where we meet other wildlife-muddy early in the order hunters with their dogs, cyclists who love big rubber cleats, some chickens and where the snow is large enough you can see clear traces of four-footed deer or similar .. Taking the second steep climb that will take us back to share, I fall for the second time but you know the sludge are good for skin, also the day draws to a peaceful and even though I feel a bit 'wet are not more numb as the dawn! Some fellow adventurers begin to suffer km, and the original group of twenty units begins to fall apart, so after a short pause, salute those who through alternative route back to base camp, greeting that of the mythical km but it still would gladly await the culinary other commitments, and given that in April he also organizes a similar output might be able to introduce myself with a cake, to emulate the little thought that he left us on arrival! ! Proseguimo a dozen, third ascent, perhaps the hardest of the day but could only be due to a feeling that inizian km to be 25, I fall again but in a good mood and strength of shooting shit time flies. Skip blessing from the parish priest promised by the staff in the morning but replacing the pilgrimage to the abode of a famous healer in the area, and in times very suspicious if played with Vanna Marchi to cheat desperate and gullible At 30 km and a few brisk after passing the smell of roast hostile everything you would do in this cold day, except in sports , lined the race track and reach our cars Here, according to restaurant-based pastries, dry style of the street children and greetings finali.Ringrazio on my space, and other publicly Hairy crazy not so much the beautiful experience, but for making me get back to basics, and be more aware of not only being a slave to the stopwatch, but to be a sport lover of simple and healthy, even if I will return to Rome to have the knife between his teeth!