I was at the start stopwatch. For organizational matters, was chosen for the mass start. 45 athletes at the start (or better than the 44 athletes signed). Panico. However, two judges settle on the grid (consisting of 8 lanes numbered) one by one after the call and punched the skis. It seems to be in Moto GP. At the end of the call number 223 and placed me in the most cold, desolate, lonely. But safe from hooligans who can drive over. Thanks, friends starter. | |
| Matthew, who was also his first official competition |
Two laps of 5 km, climb 310 m, 800 m then it all up and down the plains. The climbs are 3 (for 2 laps 6, ed), undoubtedly technical circuit. At the start I last. The skis should not be much, maybe I figured the bridge area a bit 'rich, maybe because they had formed a bit' of the socket. I see the missiles already in the bottom of the national plan, must be twice as me. Parto in apnea and I never find the rhythm. Scio worse than usual (not that it is capable of course), I can not take to the slopes, I'm too much of the arms, the minimum slope I have to leave the rails. Someone up in the recovery, so as not to finish last, but I thought and I hoped to do a little better. I close in 40 'and 50 "with leaders already dressed, washed, rewarded. Here following the link below and ranking.
I understand that the fund is a sport of strength and endurance, but basically a very technical discipline. You must ski well, hold, especially tired, a place (otherwise take the skis classic cabbage) and the excitement and lack of clarity ever penalize. On race tracks, hard and technical, then, all this is amplified exponentially. (Not to mention the importance of holding tools). It is no doubt that from this phase must necessarily pass to progress. All hay in the barn.
Now I approach in endurance. 70 km of track ice waiting for me later this month. And there the engine (even if lopsided) at least the engine must have in order.
PS Meanwhile I keep exploring Running around the house. The other day m'arrampico up the cave to get the antenna to the Croppo Trontano. Then unfortunately I decided to make the cross that leads to Mount Cosasca. I remembered I did it once dodicianni. I get home, I look at the Garmin, and find that the path that crosses the pioda km in 27 minutes. Not bad, since I had to leave the rope to throwing stones to cross a stream and trapped in the ice in a dodge the sticks that fell due to the thaw trying not to slip below. Donkey.
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