The emotion to pass under the wooden bridge at the entrance of Via Mendini is strong stuff. As you walk the 200 meters in the center Cavalese crowd between two wings of the electricity comes back, arms and light check back a smile. To some, a tear, a cry out to others liberating. To me none of this, simply amazed by the events, again in the child discover the wonders of the world. The 70 km of icy tracks that wind their way up from Moena, Canazei Cavalese and then down to the woods, the countries and the meadows of the Val di Fassa I undertake to 4h 37 '58 ". In classification is in 1815th place. Time far better than all expectations, position, however, in line with expectations. Marcialonga fast this year. Last year 1800esimo classified, just to understand, It took just over 5 hours.
skis that I had spun a foot wonder. The trip started early it was worth it. Both the path and try to find the right chemistry by putting it under the skis, is to sniff deeply of the air that smelled of anxious waiting.
Our expedition leader Fausto unfortunately affected and unable to take the way, knows what he gives me a few ideas, I'm going out to try a couple of times (20 km at the end but I still skied ..), the report on my impressions, and comes to the 'choice '. Scrolling with paraffin Masterwax Racing -1/-5 held based Klister purple, burnt, covered Two hands of Blue Weiss Stick and a final coat of blue Multigrade. perfect tool. Seal top and spun. Cake and eat it too.
On Saturday, the village was almost entirely dedicated to ski, but an evening stroll through the center of Moena allows us to see the powerful media organization covering the streets of snow to pass the next day. And so will all the villages, covered with snow for a day, for the passage of Marcialonga. 
the morning of the race are hungry. I go down to 6 per breakfast and the food on the tables of northern tempt me. But I limit myself to a super full of carbohydrates with a half-dozen sandwiches with jam, a jar of coffee and some filling of fruit juice. A couple of cakes to grab her leaving the buffet. Hour of relaxation in the hotel lobby, you walk along and upon departure. temperature of less than nine, cold dry, you're right, the right choice not to cover too much.
The first 500 leave the cannon. We mortals instead we came from, based on the number of chest, left out of the cage to get into the grid in groups and our part-time to pass under the banner of departure.
The procedure row smooth road and traffic is absolutely up to expectations. The first 18 km until the halfway point of them suffer Canazei. Shortness of breath, the pressure does not seem effective, I suffer a lot. I am worried, but letting go of things a little better. The arrival in Canazei is spectacular, the sun begins to illuminate sections of the track, stunning scenery. I'm much better and down along the valley begins to engage. I attack a train of four Norwegians started 10 minutes after me. I do not give up everything for the express Oslo - Bergen - Domodossola and retrieve very many positions, without realizing I'm 50 km. There, I decided to leave because I still seem to accelerate. Without points of reference is more hard but not too slow down the pace. In tears skis held despite the miles and I still feel good. I do not feel the need to eat anything, just look a few glasses of water per flight. At the turning point of Molina missing 6 miles and I stop at the box waxing. Not even two Bocia I still tear your skis and 10 seconds after I had already worn. Thank you and allotment. With a mega super glue asphalt under my feet, so that I stop using the pressure step and go to the alternate. But I can finally rest my arms in view of the last ascent of the falls. On the ascent begins to lose touch with reality. Cheering from the stadium, the trouble begins to crush you, go without knowing how, and especially 'If' you're skiing. With super glue under my feet I try to run the 500m from the top of the hill but the forces are missing. The snow is completely pulverized, it sinks and you go on with his eyes glued to the slopes of those ahead of you. The track narrows to pass the houses at the entrance of Cavalese and you are to see the bridge as a prelude to the straight finale.Wow. But as it is already over?
Classification here
