Sometimes fate is really ironic: I recently announced the change of discipline, for various reasons, I find myself having to comment on a weekend which is exactly opposite of how I had imagined. Saturday, after a journey of over four hours, I expect the fourth round of Trail, the first three have been a disaster because they are no longer able to experience the sensations of 2009. This time it seemed the right time as the course of Giuliano Michelotti was stuffed under a rule of lanterns and various questions were designed to an urban setting. As usual start on handicap in the sense that the first two answers wrong time (I'm the only one who missed the first!) Later in the race and suddenly I'm not wrong any more, except the first lantern of the path (not m ' I imagined that question hiding that kind of solution).
All lanterns spun smooth the path easily enough to make me ask themselves correctly answering .... At this point, someone might say, but if you complain that you were wrong just 3 points? the problem is that the chart says 5 errors! but how? yes, paragraphs 13 and 14 unexpected blackout, not to have made a mistake in identifying the exact lantern, but to be gone, twice, to punch in the head with a letter other than those identified. Clare Sargent, in the afternoon will explain that this is a mental error, as I closed the case before you punched! Maybe, but I know consciously that I went to the punch to stamp the letter that had nothing to do anything with my choice! The first reaction was to drop everything: you can not make 500 miles. to come and do these stupid things! it is true that my answer was correct, but I know that's just me. With this negative spirit I went to the afternoon meeting of the FISO inherent in the mental aspect of our sport and I think that the profile that will come out of my questionnaire will not be very reliable because the motivation was really to a minimum.
already dreaming of a nice dinner that I Stegal precepts to make the night ... as happened in the past I fastened her the identity of PLAB to accompany him in the race called the MA boundary. The climate is not the best night and a bit of fog makes the most blinding lights, having programmed a single CO I did not even notice the change. Let's start with the mass-start and we see immediately that it will not be a picnic: Fortunately, we have the same first loop and travel together. Every now and then, in the dark of night, I am ashamed to call him a bit to make sure that it is in the area because I know that is not the best of sportsmanship, it is true that, traveling in the rear, we do not bother anyone. In the first part we make a mistake in paragraph 6 (I think 2 minutes), but we reach the halfway point while Mamleev closes its evidence. The masterpiece of engineering we do to paragraph 12: rather than follow the roads cut through the forest and arrived exactly on lantern (only this choice was worth the ticket price ...).
the second loop, we realize that fate does not take more companions: I do the two wings and I find that Stephen is completing the first! At that point we decide to end separate. My race ends quietly good but the problem is that the psychological situation was reversed: I, disappointment Trail step in a good mood for fun Sgambati, Stegal comes with a devil for hair! I dare not write what I ruled on horseback dinner, but it certainly was not the nice speakers that you all know.
More difficult was finding the location the overnight stay because of poor directions, but in the end we refreshed the long table of orienteering TOL. On Sunday, the day promised to be best for me: map technique and slow, cool temperature, fog, all ideal ingredients to make me want to come run with the paper. The route of the M40 is identical to the M20 and M35, which means that I respect a great experience with all of my former opponents.
the second loop, we realize that fate does not take more companions: I do the two wings and I find that Stephen is completing the first! At that point we decide to end separate. My race ends quietly good but the problem is that the psychological situation was reversed: I, disappointment Trail step in a good mood for fun Sgambati, Stegal comes with a devil for hair! I dare not write what I ruled on horseback dinner, but it certainly was not the nice speakers that you all know.
More difficult was finding the location the overnight stay because of poor directions, but in the end we refreshed the long table of orienteering TOL. On Sunday, the day promised to be best for me: map technique and slow, cool temperature, fog, all ideal ingredients to make me want to come run with the paper. The route of the M40 is identical to the M20 and M35, which means that I respect a great experience with all of my former opponents.
Because I know you are not in physical form I rely on my head to feet less possible, the day is the good, the head fails to clearly separate stones (drawings and animal forms for archers) , stones, walls and houses. I have some hesitation to the 3 and 4 but nothing incriminating, the arrival Alessio 4, to 6 are still with him and Misha, the seven still in their company ... mica'll be doing the elite? Joking aside, I can distract me a bit by observing their rides. very well without unnecessary loss of time, I can handle the stress that is making me sweat like the summer, they were joined by the 11 carbon long after that part of me, but I congratulate him .... not looking for the 11! I understand that one is lost. Recent efforts in uphill and downhill and finish really glad I did not know was how the rankings but it was a long time since I could not find a race like this, the satisfaction, double, was to have won the challenge with the master and not to have too disfigured than the smell of twentysomethings in Italy. Now I wonder: do I reopen my second time?
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