If I'm not running well designed It gets worse when it comes to running 42 miles uphill running and the sun.
So yesterday, the old traitor and I, we quarreled the tie after six previous meetings where she and I won three times as many.
In these years I have grown up and her child. As we both will not say it hurts more and has less entertainment, less detail and less imagination. As she speaks not tell me what I have no but it sure saved me.
could not lose. The old dog won the game for a female knowing at all times that lay behind every corner and had to run that pace. Rafa went out with my running mate between 5 'and 5' 10 until you reach the cottage. There I noticed that the rate of five thirty in the rise of the lake was slightly faster than it should. And I asked him to leave. There are better fights to win them alone. And there tried to give me everything, but it was business as usual, nothing new.
For five miles I was fifty yards from Rafa and that gave me moral. So much that I almost make the mistake of sprinting and meet with him. It would have been a mistake. Leg pain from thirty-five became difficult to hold and went to six km. But it was too late to Mapoma. Other years I had to drag almost fifteen miles unbearable. Make seven at that rate no was more than a joke. I knew that I would stop (except for the Refreshments to soak not happy with the cup of isotonic). In the final path greeted many friends (thanks for the photo Javier). And I went into 3H 51'11''from the hand of my daughter. Less emotion, more control. This is because before the race I told Rafa he would do 3h 50 '.
recovery in my day I find myself wanting to keep running this season. The feeling is not at the end. Neither have touched me.
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