MEMORIES OF AN EVENT REALLY STRAORDINARDIO:
5 April 37th 2009 Stramilano 10 KM OF LOVE AND SUFFERING.
Memories Made By: Mark 'The Runner' The Wild (2,009, (r) ).
Last year I jumped up two feet because of the fever! I really wanted to do the Stramilano, I had strength to sell, I would have enjoyed.
year and 'spun off smooth, apart from the band that devastated me a foot short, and the Stramilano' archives. And I'm happy. Really!
tension and 'vanished as soon as I met my friend and teammate Gianni, a taxi driver in front of the Swan. I do everything just right with my complete Adidas, on the satellite, and the desire to make a good impression, I started with him to make my first ten kilometers of the race continued around Milan. And finally the dream 'come true'.
exit of the 'red' John and I we were in front of a crowd of people racing fans waiting to take a stand to go. Gallery in the Cathedral, after a hot coffee '(first wrong choice, at least for me) I met my two other friends who were waiting for me to follow up on arrival: Marcello (Running Forum) and Gregory.
To understand that friends I had and still have to do, suffice it to say that the day the two had a terrible flu, high fever, and desire to run equal to zero. But friendship has prevailed on the disease and so 'after the greetings and the usual photos we brought slaughtered and four in front, in the first place, those "TV" (the second wrong choice, and time) to launch in the ten thousand meters certainly more 'famous in Italy and I think also in Europe.
At this Then I sharpened the view from the inside to see what I've always admired by the cameras of the RAI. Departure. Lots of red balloons attached to the wrists of 101 radio mum and dad 'and boys runners.
absurd A river of people to cover the whole of the Piazza del Duomo, not a procession of metalworkers, but a procession of people who one day decided to make a wonderful gift to the city 'leaving behind the comforts 'and answering the call of Stramilano.
these Milanese Good, good! Gianni and I were put in the hallway inside left, and Gregory Marcello out.
Stramilano 2009, at 08:58 just two minutes bang from the cannon in front! ! ( The Wild 2009 (r) ).
Stramilano 2009, at 08:59 just a minute or two from sudden cannon, behind! ( The Wild 2009 (r) ).
tension away It began to rise exponentially from just moments away.
The departure of the three races, the Stramilanina 5 km, 10 km Stramilano, and international racing Stramilano 21.097 km, and 'it was given with a loud bang from two real cannon artillery Army.
Cosi 'to blow choke a mass of "wild crazy" began to sway, push, then walk and then run towards Corso Vittorio Emanuele and Piazza San Babila.
So 'has been for me, too soon, but'.
then I started running like mad trying not to be the center of the street will be swept away, my three friends I've lost in the crowd and, unfortunately, and I 'sorry, but I could not stop because 'already' in four have tried to "make me your shoes" hit from behind, but without meaning to.
arrived in Piazza San Babila I almost had to stop me 'cause my cardio-GPS began to whistle loudly. And with good reason: the heart and 'rose to frightening levels, and my sugar stocks certainly sent to the creator. In addition, the right foot began to give me weird signals at the foot.
Ongoing Venice, after a mile, I met with a fourth friend, this time equipped with bike (Cremonesi) that I was literally escorted for a whole do not give up a second, indeed, encouraging them in times of decline due to heart rate remains high, more regularly outside the threshold. Great character.
And here and 'arrived first moment of glory: a troupe of TeleLombardia, the broadcaster has broadcast live throughout the race in Milan, my friend stopped in for a short interview after forcing 'to slow down, stop, and come back to tell him that enough that follow the stream to recover quickly because I always kept the left.
Never, never, choice and 'been so' apt: a round of camera and lens and 'was very nice to my face red face from the effort, contributing' to raise your heart rate. And the Wild 'was shown on the screens of half Italy, and also on digital television Terruzzi of my friends who have given up, for me to do their business' Sunday sports.
But I have not noticed the slightest thing, thank goodness.
finisher! the outbreak has "won" his personal "Champions League" of Runnerizzato ( The Wild 2009 (r) ).
The race 'then spun away quietly with a recovery of forces along the circle that I was able to hold enough to 8 km per hour (depending on the speedo of my inseparable companion of the bicycle).
in Piazza Five days I felt the phone vibrate first, second, and then a third time, forcing me to slow to respond: I'm so 'was hit by a flood of congratulations "are in direct TeleLombardia up, you're beautiful, Marco we're all excited, "Terruzzi of my friends who watched the TV and that my performance really moved me.
is' dear readers, there I confess that I cried with emotion.
but I tried 'to concentrate on my race, although with difficulty, hard to understand. Three thousand yards and pass routes. Upon arrival, seven thousand. And other emotions.
Unfortunately along the line I started to feel a strange pain in his right foot, and me and 'come to mind right away the trouble I've tried to park in the weeks before, and so' I said if I still will not start more ', if you get hurt the sole of the foot as the other times I'm done with the Stramilano and perhaps the race.
Along the circle, and my action is 'done more' relaxed strong that the road and 'largely downhill, slightly downhill. So 'I could rest my heart was going up and up and down I was coming down' from the chest.
Although not competitive from the Stramilano 10.00 km for all I ride all at breakneck speed (absurd 187bm-198bm). I spent about an hour and twenty minutes, but to be honest if I did not take the emotion I would have done much better value in health terms. Here we are finally with Marcello, a very nice person a true friend not only as race but in everything. ( The Wild 2009 (r) ).
Being in recovery I found the strength to look at the landscape, a sea of \u200b\u200bred balloons radio 101 spread across the entire width of the carriageway.
Boys, young and old, people in cycling, roller skates, with the dog in tow, and even a team of crazies that pushed a barrel on the way to turn, a brave man who has casual painted a picture in a race or another man with a hat to more 'plans have happily moved to the Arena sgardo under the amused spectators and motorists still rather makeshift 'stuck at intersections.
height of Corso San Gottardo, after I saw about five meters you rather we have reviewed the motion TeleLombardia with the two journalists who were taking the multitude of people in the race. Running to the left, I avoided a one-two television frankly embarrassing for a neophyte like me, though I greeted the two players the same.
Me and my friend we spoke often during the race, some monosyllables, acts like the two of Ronaldinho, or a few sentences of type "go well? "What I want?" "You have fun with the bike right?" and also a defiant "we return?" 'cause even though I'm busy for the whole event I've taken a lot that my friend felt comfortable, we were running short ... present.
Towards Papiniano Avenue, famous for hosting the perimeter of the equally famous District Prison of St. Victor, a twenty-five hundred meters from the finish and 'and was placed near the dining and' was set up where the base of Radio 101 the "boys in red had a great time to launch gadgets to the participants.
In that stretch of road I have created some mass problem, the bottles and glasses abandoned on the floor between the legs of those runs were not the best, made two huge dining accounts that I could skip it and so 'after warning of what my friend, I pulled right to the finish.
I'll cry with emotion. Here is the medal of the 2009 Stramilano 10 km. Sweaty, sought with his heart and love for sport and active life ( Ferrari, 2009 (r) ).
At that moment I finally recovered and Marc Gregory but the confusion of Stramilano and also the fatigue, the foot and I 'looked like rubber, I made them lose you again in short, even little, really little, and my hard work would end.
While approaching the Arena I passed a number of quirky characters like a man with a colorful umbrella on his head that he has his way between the eyes of all. After the overpass of Ferrovie Nord Milano Sempione Park and I came in here I got an emotional blow crazy guys I read at that moment I realized that it is almost to realize the dream of a year of training on training. The eyes are made of lustrous, and despite the heart upwards' I increased the pace trying to see what I've done the Stramilano, the "Champions League" of Runnerizzato, as they called my friends in Running Forum that greeting. At this point, I and my companion cyclist clear we were forced to divide us by giving us an appointment at our house for the comments as they watched video replays of the race in Milan more 'famous in Europe.
The final arc Stramilano international racing. 21,097 meters. The most 'fast among the half-marathon Italian ( The Wild 2009 (r) ).
The entrance to the Arena and 'was something very emotional for me, I got almost to pieces, arms, torso and legs have asked for mercy,' and the right foot started to make me very ill. Dare to remove the shoe and 'was the thing that I did because I would not be able to return it most'.
waiting arrival, because it 's first arrived, my friend John who has recovered the medallion. With an uncommon sympathy has rewarded me for putting so much effort in the neck that field trophy and said "Mark, you did, you made the Stramilano!" .
Shortly after Abbott and the magic curtain 'came home because of work commitments and I'm left alone to wait for Marcello and Gregory I'm near the restaurant. I did not have to wait long: Arena appeared quite tired from the flu, I was pleased to re-meet everyone, however, Gregory also greeted me 'cause he wanted to go home to heal and so' and I Marcello Big hugs from after samples are kept together to turn the stand mirandone one in particular, the overcrowded Runner's World, where the Olympic marathon in Athens in 2004, the Italian Stefano Baldini and 'busy to sign the presentation of his latest book travel "Marathon All for the Mondadori Editore.
Upon our arrival I met the director and the official photographer of the magazine to which I have personally pledged to do all the running Stramilano. I managed to get me to do so not only a dedication to Stephen about his book that I bought, but thanks to the sympathy of the Wild, also a beautiful picture from the official photographer I discovered with great pleasure that has been around the world thanks to the Internet.
The Wild meets Stefano Baldini front of an audience of 2009 Stramilano ( (r) Runner's World Italy / The Wild Archive 2009 ).
After my dearest friends, after the Television, after the phone call, after the medal, after meeting a man who wrote the history of Italian Baldini as I began to notice signs of slowing, so many strong emotions have added to my great effort for which I asked Marc if he could still remain with me to witness the arrival of the half marathon Stramilano international racing.
Bergamo But my friend wanted to go home the same because of fever, and I 'sorry it ended so' our sports day. Marcello saw me in action, even if briefly, saw that I kept my promise to be there at all and I finally made a good impression.
Ocean's Eleven of the Wild that meets Fabio (center) at the end of a healthy day's sport. Grande Fabio, now you have a friend in more 'real ( The Wild 2009 (r) ).
My stay and the arena is' ended with the unexpected meeting between me and Fabio, I hooked the output of the runway limping back home. The occasion I did not have let slip for a souvenir photo, Fabio was in the company and has done professionally, and unfortunately he 'had to return home without saying goodbye and not give us an appointment with the race tracks scattered around.
tripping.
