Here is the story of the race at a glance decalogagica.
Now I dwell in my digirrea note, the story of this race. A marathon is not as it should have gone: 4:53:57.
It went wrong because I could do better, much better. Two months ago I made my personal record on the half-marathon, 1:51:30. I was then in better condition in 2006, my previous time on the half (1:52:15), when I had a 4:26 marathon.
then I was expecting to do a 4.30, would go, considering that I closed the first half of the race in 2.11. Instead, I collapsed with a sack of potatoes and I closed in 4:53:57: Once again I managed to avoid the shame of 5 hours, but there is something wrong.
Yes, because in addition to minutes and seconds, are back pain proved that make me say that this was a bad race. Even in Berlin, I had been so bad. I arrived at the 36 km, to stop, take off my shoes to relax the foot (no, it was no fault of the shoes, which are great for my feet). Leg pain, that seemed as hard as marble: even walking caused me pain, even walking! Even muscle tension that would not let me do the urination, I had the urge but nothing came out from I was so tense. Never happened.
So the time is just a given. The technical management of this marathon was much worse. And I wonder why.
There are reasons "my fault", and the reasons for "not my fault." Let's start with the latter. A temperature absurd, from 25 to 29 degrees. I was uncomfortable waiting - still - before the start, imagine a run.
Departure at two in the afternoon, which offset all the power. With these temperatures, it was better to leave at six in the morning.
A lot of climbs, both in the "countryside" in the town. Climb, underpasses, and a bridge of 30 meters, to be repeated twice, with a ramp terrible. The problem is that I could not recover down because the muscles are hardened and "beat" if I tried to speed downhill.
Then there are my sins. Having preferred to accelerate the training, compared to the distance. So maybe the staff do on a half marathon, but collapsed.
The fault has not yet lost all that I should lose kg.
I think it was a mix of everything. Above all I think is influenced by the heat, because the half I came to 2.11 and I was already a touch of perggio when I did the staff two months ago. So beyond the distance, already something wrong with her.
I think the heat has done a lot. Are not many experiments, but I can say is that the heart was working properly (the heart rate monitor hand). The problem was essentially muscle. Hard legs, that's all.
So I draw the conclusions. Stop. Yesterday I thought forever, because all that pain did not really make sense. Now I say, stop for a while '. For some months I start to lose weight (swimming and walking). Maybe Sunday jog, not missing a beat. Then, I lost 6-7 kg quie, I get back in there and try again. Maybe with a marathon "cold." Today
morale is a bit 'better, but yesterday it was under his feet. Honestly I wanted to retire, and if I did not was because I had made an appointment at the finish line with Niko (my Finnish friend), within five hours (and then unfortunately we have not seen, however, because he had to go racing the port to take the ship to return). But in the end, they arrive at the finish. With a last drag from a 6.4 km Monza that I identified from my shirt Lombard. And it was nice to get to the stadium, the Olympic Stadium in Stockholm. A wonderful building eaves history. Within the tunnel and raise my arms, I arrive on the track and I feel like a champion; lap of honor on the red run screaming to the sky, happy as a clam. The marathon is also this: You bastard the curse until the 42nd km. Then the last 195 meters, although the first swearing in Bulgaria, you're always happy. It's always a party.
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