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51. ALPINE CUP> 01:11:12 ... PERSONAL BEST ... MADDAI!

tripping ... MICA PEANUTS !!!!!
By this time dm dear Wild you have to take this opportunity to spineless legs and heart as soon as possible, not ever, ever give to the lazy pleased to have you arrested, I would recommend .

Cosi 'I repeated after the exploit in Busto Arsizio Go where I did a race for another cold and wet, with 9.22 km in 00:59:56 only 6'30''at km .

Training afternoon of Wednesday November 10 at North Park in Bresso, Milan and 'being done in terms of recovery , 10.56 km the lap of Alpin Cup I've closed the original 01:15:47 thus giving a mallet to the 2008 edition of chrono well 4 minutes, good news for the race I Bresso.

Definitely better yet another race that I did on November 14 . Of course, the motto'' wet race day lucky ''is fitting, in three editions that have followed only one I remember with the sun, my premiere, 01:19:47 to close the 10:55 km of the route.

I introduce myself to collect race to the center of the legendary North Park School in Bresso (MI), accompanied by my wonderful friend Zico, I do not have time to manifest in front of the point ''''I find that waiting for Rita, a friend of mine Special and Lino, organizer of the Don Bosco Running Paderno (MI) that makes me some pictures on the field, which is always pleasing to the Wild. The time to change the gym, which are already 'ready but the shoes and something for the street type chip and bib I put them again, and dress it all away Road Runners Club to defy the weather and timing. I expect 10.55 km passion.
The wait for the race and 'the thing that gives me more' discomfort, less evil in the waxed Road there is a pocket where I put my digital camera to take pictures. And the digital use and how. There are so many runners that are warming the avenue where and 'set up the departure and arrival and the opportunity to make some shots I do not miss. I think also the spirit of me photograph in front of two horses from the State Police. And so 'the tension weakens. Thank goodness. This race more 'than any other I feel it in my chest. Obviously playing at home, and I do not polite making fool to do so. It 's my ''Champion of Runner''and as such it is necessary that we give in the outbreak with the bald since the first few meters.

and I know for a long time ... Runners us protect the park, even if sometimes leave some mines on the ground. Anyways' ... [ photo of Wild (c) ] .

At the start of the race start at all competitive, the Half Marathon, with all the hunger of seconds. It's raining and not a little, is too cold, but warms me to see these guys running the mood and makes me via my less agitated. my street is close at hand. Now it's up to the outbreak. Months of training, months of give and give with miles and exits with the Road Runners Club of Milan, now they must give fruit. What are least 1 hour and 12 minutes minimum time 1 hour and 15 minute time limit real time.

whole race:

THE FIVE AND A HALF KILOMETERS!

Party! My beginning, however, is not 'that much hoped, speed' and 'more' high and my heart rises quickly enough to the red level (160 beats heart) ... However I do not feel oppressed by fatigue in the legs that are still part of''mesh''. At first I make a beautiful one thousand 6'37''to 155 km only heart beats and tell me if I'm crazy to keep a rhythm so 'high vabbe' there is a walkway with a long descent and then ... Gone with the wind!
the second bridge marks the cardio 170 heart beats, I put the fast and I get more 'slow, but then there is' a long descent which makes me pick up speed 'and so' is also a realization great second thousand with 6'36''to 168 km and heart beats. At this point I say''if I go so now 'a good risk Tempone absurd, and perhaps' better than I really control.''
The third one thousand in fact, also causes the slope leading to the third runway (heart on top of 171 beats heart ...) the close a bit 'more' plane and the two just passed: 6'44''/ km , which for me and 'run, and run like it should be .

With the chip, usually reserved for athletic competitions, fantastic throughout the race and the Wild 'on the internet ... [ photo of Wild (c) ] .

Giu 'from the drop-down meeting to give me five and a friend of mine spur of the Alpine Sesto Rondo' that makes me well''with a''you are a great ... Here is the doping going to do for all the harshness, but not something seems to be for the better in the stretch that leads to the underpass of the first bridge, I feel something inside my head bad to me, something called psychological crisis by stress from performance. Exceed a quarter thousand with tears in their eyes' cause I feel that my body is giving in to bad m'intristisce and this much. I think if I drop everything to lose everything good so far achieved. I would not be 'The Wild, a few friends and it would hurt me to think evil, would be a tremendous blow . Time on the fourth thousand: 6'44''/ km with strong ongoing crisis ... 167 heart beats, the confirmation. But
tripping and 'a hard to kill, and appeals to the bottom of its positivity' to recover. Appeal heard, and the 'hours of scratching, hurt, revenge, get down. Game in front of my public Sesto that can not 'see me suffer the negativity'.

Lords in location ... WAY !!!!! [ photo of Wild (c) ] .

warms me this thing and the rhythm resumes at large. The legs continue running ... believe it! Check the 5,000 meters and 'comforting tremendously comforting 00:33:26 a minute over my personal best of chipped Varese ( 0:32:25), the pace keeps very well,''6'45 at km, it would be screaming a miracle. The heart drops to 165 heart beats are in the middle ', won a crisis bastard. Now the rain took hold of my clothes, the Alpin Cup damn me I have to sweat. At
dining destination, two-meal drink glass of the 'fishing and sugar, I greet the Alpine Sesto Rondo' and resume running, now a real Wild. I headed to the sixth thousand and close to 7'31''and only at km 164 beats heart ... stop at the restaurant raises the average, however, required great start of the race.

whole race:

KILOMETERS FROM THE ARRIVAL OF THE SIXTH back ...

The path of ' Alpin Cup and' beautiful, the North Park Bresso seems to me something I surreal, just us that we run in the rain, but too few who came to see the event. I ran strong for what I am, old 7'40''- 8'10''to 175 km heart beats are now a beautiful memory and nothing more '. The rate increases after the break and I close the seventh one thousand very well I'd say ... 6'46''at km although heart beats are rising to 165-167 per minute.
Just played the straight where he goes next to the subway reach my trainer and my colleague Antonio string Susy are racing very well too, the ten-kappa. The time and 'perfect for seeing that the two type of runner I have become. And leave''the sign''in the sense that I receive compliments well. This moment of gratification and 'beautiful and moves me. However, the two begin to increase the pace and passed me shortly thereafter. The strange thing I sballottola a bit '. Upon arrival of the eighth thousand, I just sat on the 6'37''to 168 km and heart beats. Now it 's reality! We believe that Lighthouse 'a Tempone ... you really believe in it!

forces unleashed! Months of toil now have to make their mark! [ photo of Roberto Mandelli / November 2010, archive of Wild (c) ]

But a hand of bad luck that looks very good I created a new crisis psychological and this time heavy. Suddenly my body seems to give more bad thoughts, your stride becomes smaller, the pulse rise, sudo, I want to close the Alpin Cup and go home to ponder seriously whether it is appropriate to continue with the drag racing. However, I can dominate the crisis once again, I'm holding on, very hard indeed. I continue with my step also because 'it is almost to the end and give up would be absurd. I raced well up there, I do not see why 'should retire now ... Yet at the moment I reach my two friends from the gym and continued undaunted on my way. Now is also cold, but not all are soaking wet. I'm tripping! Arrival at the ninth one thousand at an average of 6'36''to 168 km with heart beats crisis two and two behind me. We are reckoning. Thousand five hundred meters to the end of my race. I'm almost say almost flying. Along the avenue
finally hear - then see - to get the brackets of 21.097 km Competitive with the lead. I said'' km ninth.'' There 'a reason' in my sentence, just go back to where I was 2008 doubled after the first dell'Agonistica travel seven kilometers (Urka if I went to the top floor!). Now in more than two miles 'is passed from the first half with their speed' fantastic and the forefoot running technique so dear to Stefano Baldini, people really tough aiming really high. I move to the left and let it go. Meanwhile, arriving at the bottom of the ninth thousand, the competitiveness goes well and the outbreak that has in its small determination and stubbornness for sale. Top of the tenth thousand to well-6'25''to 168 km and heart beats.

And finally I did it: the real time 01:11:12 ! The Wild are mica peanuts ... (I did not said to me,''trimmed''I have friends with whom I participate in meetings) [ Photo of Wild / Road Runners Club (c) ]


time on 10,000 meters dry ' 01:07:21 , better time than two years ago. This charge me, charge me really bad. Let it be cardio, accelerates, puff, I see three runners are a bit 'more' is going faster than me, I would still reach them. The rate 'increases, in front of me I see the time trial, even for a moment and - thanks to Paul really - step on the mats SDAM. It 's over. I read the Garmin Lock and explode with joy, the joy that comes from inside me: at 1:11:15 6'43''to 174 km and heart beats. The Raging there '. Entertainment. What a race. What Tempone !
beginning what I wrote? I do "at least 1 hour 12 minutes to 1 hour and minimum and maximum time of 15 minutes real time." I did better. And I'm on cloud nine. While I am going to change the race of photographer Roberto Mandelli Podisti.net and tell him that I had a Tempone. Really great satisfaction. I am soaked, the gym waiting for me with a first-class dining: sandwiches sausages, tea ', various fruits, biscuits, chocolate, salami, and already' ... mountaineers are tough ... also wine! A good end for a man who has squeezed himself into this race. If I came to the two crises certainly would have done much better than we did today. The legs turned, as they have always shot in training, the heart as well. I do not understand this decline psychological which I assume is due to the pressure that this race has on me. Now that I've rewritten the time for next year, with the weight loss coming thanks to a strict diet will 'most certainly' easy to make a better lap time.

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I would tell the writer of Vincent.
The story begins when Vincent, former writer, knew that much of life to escape. And so he could live. Bravo Vincent. It slid
events and things and we laughed a lot more of that that you could laugh and a lot more than it was light, light became.
Vincent wrote.
In the good thing was definitely a pleasure to make a quick guide, a joke, a parody, what about the bad writing was a release, a catharsis, it was like throwing it away.
But writing was difficult and at the same time pressed Vincent, more than any other: it was the preparation of their own lives.

"Besides, who is Vincent? Of the many who can say with certainty to be really Vincent? "We asked Vincent sat at the head, in the table prepared for them for all of them," All my Vincent. "

To write your life does not necessarily have to live it. Indeed, if it happens you have absolutely the time to write. To write your life you must make sure that someone alive for you. Another you. Another Vincent.
Vincent sits down in tears on the bench in the gardens dell'Acquasola (that evocative name!) While she is moving away after abruptly dismissed with a slap too explicit. Another
Vincent gets up, leaves his body to cry on the bench and reach the girl who is moving away. He grabbed her hand, the mood of her with a touch of magic (or poetic license, if you prefer) changes, and the two disappear horizon.
And this is just one of many cases. Vincent's well now as it all over the world. Vincent Vincent has sown everywhere. Everyone has their own happy life, special, unique, complex, difficult, but happy.
I contact? Sure, all from time to time, or even in a dream in that particular state of waking we call waking dreams, they go to find Vincent. But I suspect that they are in contact with each other. I have noticed during dinner. Some were exchanging glances of understanding. Dinner. Already ...
E 'of this that I should speak. The story of Vincent, the writer is marked by a dinner that evening organized to bring together all his Vincent around the world. You will understand that the move was very risky: it is part of the nature of dreams to be reluctant to physical events such as the sit at the table eating, but also bring the wine and to congratulate for the lasagna. But the gloom for a while 'time tormenting the poor Vincent, so he decided to have a meeting of "family". Filò surprisingly smoothly. We introduced ourselves in many (we needed him) around that table were at least in fifty. There were the wives, so many. There were lots of children, who would have thought? But there were also many unmarried couples. Some traveled all the time, others had never moved from Padua, some lived in the city, others in the mountains, couples were told that they had never separated and they said to see each other very much during the year, but be happy anyway. Flowing rivers of wine (Vincent ah. ..!), All (except for a vegetarian!) Is stuffing lasagna and roast and good humor prevailed. I was there. Vincent claims that he took care of us, but I think it has always been mutual.
That night he sat at the head thoughtfully, could not understand how all Vincent so different from those they could get along. "What is the point in common? Why joyously instead of arguing about different points of view? "" I "thought" gonna battle more or less everyone. " "But in the end, I wonder why? It was I who give them lived happily ever after. And I complain? It annoys me? I should have thought before. Maybe I should just let them go, forget, forget their stories, and so all of a sudden die. Dinner with murder. Including women and children. You can not. I'm not a monster. One writer has duties. But maybe ... "
You know when all the guests at a party take out their umbrellas in the umbrella case and the last touches most unlucky? Leaving the house of Vincent something similar happened, but at stake was not the umbrella, but life. I lingered, I was in the bathroom, and when all had taken the coat and umbrella, went out, I realized that there was no one at home, not even the writer Vincent. There and then the paradox I had almost vanished. Me: Films, a dream, a character writer could not possibly exist? Then I thought that if I had managed to have dinner with my author, perhaps I could even write his story. And here I am, to tell you the one who tired to dream unlived lives could take the place of one of his dreams, here I am writing about Vincent the writer.

Photography by Fernanda Veron

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50. BUSINESS bustocco - 6'30''TO KM - THE WILD TRAVEL TO FLOOR!

tripping TRAVELS WITH THE COMPANY AT THE TOP!

Ragassuoli, some of you would be a windshield wiper glasses? There I see a bat when it rains ... I would not trade a A marathon runner with a light pole at the tenth kilometer tiratissimo, you never know ...

Gia '' cause Busto Arsizio [Va] is not in the scene combined with the Competitive Marathon bustocco, precise route 9.2 km (9.22 km GPS) all paved and protected all, or nearly so, ok ok, but during entirely under water and the first few steps, then insistent, annoying, then it will go away as if it were a great outlet for the c. .. ok we understand each other!

At the start I come to unleash all dressed Road Runner, by taking on friends, the few present at Up, all wearing the colors of the various groups such as jogging with running. Photos, jokes, there is also a cafferino the bar at the sports center, then cool off at all pending the start of the race. Under water. I and others covered up the top with pretty dresses''pink''or''yellow'' AMSA. Great fashion ...

VISIBLE THROUGHOUT THE RACE ON THIS PANEL [ Garmin (c) ]. Part

the race, and as soon as I can also (but should be?) With my step, initially under the 7 'per kilometer, and then too fast for my chances' physical, then it makes me understand the satellite with its odious 4 ringtones, but basic and not a little, that my heart is going a bit 'too great. So I decide to slow down and run to me.

I go quiet and then when I break the Wind''''I stabilizes the 6'30''- 6'40''to kilometer area, and a rhythm, however, that 'still can not get to keep death rattle'' ,''when the second thousand (closed from approximately 0:12 '56''on) I meet a girl that unbelievable (but true) I do not come off. Or at least I do not want to disconnect.

tripping TOGETHER A LAURA bustocco after the race (c)

Laura , so people have to 'when I run in simulation of''race''and then one step from the maximum intensity as the' heart tells me to be his second non-competitive race, to feel well and want to close the test easily. So 'we decide to go together hand in rhythm, to help each other to the end, to divide the inconvenience of rain in two, not even to cuts corners or sidewalks. This is

and that 'race! During our

proceed with rhythms ranging from 6'21''to 6'37''per kilometer depending on the race track Laura and I are targeted by the rain which first increases and then stops, then resumes in June 'decisive. At the restaurant we decided not to stop and for me I drink a couple of glasses of plain water and then again with the rush to get my girlfriend in the meantime had acquired a certain detachment.

BELL'ISTANTANEA THE WILD IN JERSEY ROAD RUNNERS CLUB MILANO (c)

Obviously the thing I find if a little 'breath of hell I put him there, found the company continue business along the avenues of Busto Arsizio approaching the finish line. Every time I ask Laura if all goes well, we exchange a few words''syllable''a clear sign that we are approaching the end of our labors.

our last kilometer rate increases from 6'39''to 6'20''to a laborious industry, the breath of the Wild comes to be felt, of course my heart goes up in the red area (176 mx-bm ), but despite all shot forward to the end. The last half kilometer and 'fairy tale, I reach six runners and passing them one after another, one of them can not do it and so' the group let me get away with that Laura must find a way to keep my pace because I accidentally closed among the six.

arrival the rain that has''broken''for all the 9.20 km route yields and allows me and my colleague,''string''to finish the race in a umami. I look at the satellite but it 's wet and I think I see a nearly 60 to 59 minutes running, which for me is not' a little time, no, and 'a great time, but scream!

The 5 that we exchange and Laura and I 'long, the compliments are wasted, I feel happy and like a true athlete alization. She, too, and 'very happy, to double the center to the non-competitive. I dried my precious GPS that are not only in time but I also made a media crazy for what I am: 6'30''per kilometer. For 9.22 km.

See how it 's nice run with the company? Before closing the day also want to thank Laura for the company and his sympathy, really great, and all my friends who support me morally not easy in my race, from the gym where I train ''The Swan'' Sesto Rondo 'I, on Facebook , the Road Runners Club in full, thank you very much.

CHECK IN THE HALF MARATHON KM 21.097 of Busto Arsizio [PHOTO OF THE WILD, 10/11/2007 (c)]

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49. MEDIA FOR THE WILD PARTY. TRAINING TO A NEW PLACE TO PARK IN A JERSEY ROAD RUNNERS 6'50''per kilometer. AND IS UP!

the reception given to the unleashing his new track team 'WAS GREAT!

Following the outbreak reported in full the letter of thanks to Vice President of the Road Runners ( RRCM ) for the compliments received from the new classmates. While writing The Wild also adds a little something extra ', the training done at North Park in Bresso, Mi, pulled a 6'50''per kilometer.

Pictured Toffola (r) admire happy tripping in Piazza Castello, Milan Road Runners posing in front of the mythical fountain before entering the race "The Powerade Media Running Challenge Arena Gianni Brera on the unusual distance of 10 , 00 km non-competitive under the clock of Timing Data Service for TDS friends!

Thanks for the comments. Thanks Antonio, now the park was going to do another small nudge to my record. I will not be 'a missile, but never in my' little 'I love to play' with great '...

Meanwhile, I realized one of my goals''adventure''runnica: 7'00''to fall below km, really hard, but among friends and friends RRCM an encouragement here and a compliment to 'add my stubbornness and I did, at least in the plan.

In the picture of the Wild (r) with the new currency that the social escort 'during the races that take place' in around with the team.

Then today. My route was 5 km to confront the ankle that I twisted the Arena Media Challenge I can not write it here but Antonio 'I will tell you' and a voice like 'success. I am ashamed! During my run I realized I could 'get' a little 'more' and so 'after you close on 1 km just above the 7' / km (7'09''), I strung together a series of 6 '(54 ''- 48''-38''-44'') and treat yourself 4'34''in only 12 meters. Total 0:34 '15''to 159-170 bpm (6'50''to km ...) just above to just say my''top''always on'''25 00:33 5 km. ;

Antonio, that satisfaction will not tell you, my face contorted and cooked but want to make the world know what I'm able to do. I'm living a great time sports have improved and then very recently are part of a big family to me and this is by charging a lot for me and 'pure joy and clear, Vol Thank you again for the appreciation. Slowly getting better.

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48. NEW PERSONAL BEST OF THE WILD 1:04:41!

MEDIA CHALLENGE TO THE WILD IS THE FOOL!

Gia 'is frightening. And maybe did not expect either. Under a rain that has created problems for some new piece of the runners Road Runners Club of Milan has produced a proof of great character and detrminazione.

from him: "I started with the company of Rita, which followed me to my pitch for the first kilometer. Then we broke up 'cause we have two different steps per kilometer and a threatens to pull the neck and the other even going to get hurt the plan. At first I was bound by the fall in pre-race, but then saw that his legs and his head was turned, I put my heart in peace. I've been running well without looking at the cardio more 'because of too much' with the view that I would have printed on a pole or I'd fallen on the floor. The ground on the wet slippery pavement also made me a bit 'scared and I must say that I avoided to be a hero running on sidewalks where possible and making their shoulders with tourists unaware of the progress of the race. "

In fact, the course was based on a lap of 10.00 km from the Arena Brera to the fashion for the Cathedral Arena Brera still end up where we walked a lap. All timed from TDS that rare case in non-competitive races lent the transponder chip''to''every registered runner who could then check their website on their performance . As it happens regularly in competitive races!

"I said to myself," says the outbreak "It would be folly to quit the race in 01:12 but c'avrei tried. I know I have hard limits to me now and without excess risk. At the halfway point of the Piazza San Babila I can bring two girls who were already going 'to the fullest extent as I could,' there fiddling 'then I look at the timer and tell myself I'm underneath a sudden my time on the five miles and that gives me so much if the finish will be' blessed. In fact, the My 305C of the 5 kilometers to the signal that tells me I'm doing a mythical ie 32.22 'staff on the distance after the already stratospheric 33.25 Varese. We believe in it, and start to run a bit' more 'strong and motivated. Andra' so 'to the athletics track of the Arena, and after passing two other units ', m'inventero' an ending that I'm still dreaming now. Cut the line and after I found that they did something really magical for me, scream from the rooftops that my joy. 01:04! Crazy stuff! "

Now tripping and 'Go where you will be expected to Bust' engaged in a non-competitive, in which 9.2 km will try 'to repeat or introduce his staff about 5 miles. I mean 'the current 32.22. We hope and time meteorological and day of our new Road Runner.

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time of pain and the time of the news interview

I saw the part of the episode last night (October 6, 2010) "Who has seen" in which were given in the presence of his mother Concetta, news about the possible confession about the murder of his uncle's daughter Sara and research body.
I think it's a page of television shows such as timing of the news are quite distant from the time of pain.
The face and the eyes of Mrs. Concetta showed that it was not at all what I was saying, and moreover as one might think that a mother can comment on live television that her daughter may have been killed by his uncle. In the end he did nothing but defend himself from the extreme pain, pain squassante, linked to the words he heard.
The same news of the death is so complex and difficult to accept that she was not really possible to be the "active part" that the journalist expected. Those who, like me, has had numerous occasions to participate in the communication from the sudden and violent death of a relative who knows the most important attention should be given just at the time of the suffering of the person with whom you are speaking.
I sincerely regret that only after more than 20 minutes of direct someone has become aware of the "emotional violence" that was likely to commit to Mrs Concetta and also of Sabrina (the daughter of self-confessed) that we wanted at all costs on the scene.
The thing went well and I do not think it will be useful to anyone making processes, but at least open a discussion on these issues.

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nude slips between the mattress and the sheet. With a leap is already above the shoes. Sneakers, small, loose. Check the time, it's late, must go back to work. Then, with a dip falling back on the bed a few inches from my face and whispers in his ear.

-you love me? -

-I love you .-

worst response I could not choose.

It is grim and jerked his head departs back. The wonder the falls silent, but his eyes began to complain. I'm going to offer you my apology when she leaves her cell phone ring tone and everything, apart from the jingle, it hangs. Seconds later, without taking his eyes from mine, Elisa finally extends his hand on the table and answer the phone. First, continuing to stare, then all of a sudden, it focuses on the call and leaves me free to think.

I know that the reason for my answer, I know it was an automatic response, by instinct. I'm working on an essay on the appearance of Christ at the Sea of \u200b\u200bGalilee and, according to the latest translation of the Gospel of John, the same question of anger, my response has been Peter. Elisa but will not be satisfied with that explanation, I'll find something better. Mah .. The call seems to go for long, I take this opportunity to get up, wearing boxer shorts on the floor and head to the netbook. A new message: my former professor welcomes the choice of the test. "It 's wonderful," says "that Jesus chose Simon Peter to pass on his ministry. It was not the first Pope Paul's essay, but Simon Peter the fisherman, the ignorant, the impetuous ...". It 's beautiful says, and will be right, but to me a little' thing that annoys. That I'm so calm, reflecting long before each word, which I am proud to be an intellectual, I can not but be troubled by the fact that the beloved disciple of Jesus was a peasant. Perhaps that is why I can not get this step of the gospel from the head. It will be a good idea of \u200b\u200bwhat your writing?

I have three other e-mail, mostly advertising, and two invitations on Facebook to evenings in the local Genoese. Fast gate of all, still annoyed, but I do not know what. I have to think of an explanation for Elisa. She is now head in the bathroom with the hand not occupied by the phone the temperature of the shower. E 'in a hurry. From the open door you see the place the phone and quickly get in the box already tarnished. Her face looks sad, she'll be thinking back to what I said. Sad for some word, afflicted to feel ... distant melancholy at the thought that we were only five years ago she and I and the whole world out there. Then there was my first book, success, two years of life when I was a celebrity because we have moved away slowly I was in love with my image as a writer. In love with my image as a writer: fine words. Perhaps true. The parties in the premises, write drunk three days with the blinds pulled down the houses because I was in the mood and did not want distractions, being able to write to prostitutes because I had to experience it. Those who do not think I've ever forgive me. Then the film school, two years, more love. My novels were constructed describing pictures, why not work with images? Wake up early, go to class, turn short, assembly, dubbing, transition effects ... I think that my whole life was turning around a digital camera from 500 €. Best purchase ever made, I thought. Then the religious conversion, a year ago, Israel. To compare the Gospel with the Koran and the Talmud and learn from all teachings. Living as Christians in the Holy Land, under the same sky that centuries before had seen him live like Jesus. Make my rabbi. I loved everything as we should have loved Peter. Then everything is finished. Jesus died with the humiliation of the cross, alone, renegade Peter and perhaps, once a great fisherman, think of those who did make it to him to lose so much time behind quell'innamoramento. And for me? I no longer want to go to Mass, I have not written an essay, two invitations on facebook and an angry girlfriend in the bathroom. I have not seen Jesus die on the cross between screams that I could not hear, but I saw him slowly dissolve in everyday life. The pocket-sized Gospel that I had bought I do not know what has happened to. Must be in a box next to those of my books still sell. Or in some folder on your hard disk in "post-production" and "material to be mounted." Or in the bathroom pissed. Remains of past life, I think, as Elisa exits bathroom wrapped in a towel with a twin of the one who dries your hair.

-short do not love me? -

-No, I loved you, but now I love you-

I pause to follow the journey of a drop from knee to foot, so as not to look at her face. And resume writing.

Capernaum in the years that had not had not changed one iota. The twenty feet that separated his house from the temple, through a thousand times a silly devotion and a thousand other times to shut themselves up walls between solid and secure in the hope of escape from sin that seemed to lurk around every corner. That time that the rabbi had ridiculed claimed to fear again. But how could he? E like Simon Peter could now reside around his bare table when he saw this fraternal banquet? Everything was the same, but everything had changed. On the beach there were still abandoned, the networks with which he earned a living. The wind had twisted, but he would be able to dissolve in half a day. Half day: plenty of time now that he had learned to measure it in hours and minutes. But what else could he do? The brackets had closed, the Messiah had died for men, impotent and a liar, and now no one would believe in him. "Even I" thought "even though I was warned, even I have denied him three times in a few minutes. His last miracle was the prediction of my weakness. What a finale! Now go back to fish. "It was now midday, if it wanted to take the night off had to start preparing everything. He tried to take leave from friends who had followed him, but John would not listen to reason: "We will also us, we will not let alone." "The remains of past life," he thought, seeing them unravel awkwardly with the nodes of the networks. Their presence annoyed him, how he could not close the brackets if they were raised by the balls. They called him Peter, but Simon was a fisherman. And Peter and Simon were two very different people, would soon be learned. Late at night, later than expected, cast their nets off and more several times without any fish they had caught. The dawn rose, the dawn of many years before when he was going back home empty-handed for a catch, as sometimes happened, a failure. "Throw the nets on the other side," he was told instead.

-Throw-networks on the other side but now felt it again.

-Throw-networks on the other side was again the voice of Jesus

She turned astonished eyes because they could be confirmed: it was him, the eyes of friends was much more a confirmation of what every way he could give.

After a few long moments, all those present were already activated to execute the order of rabbi, but the instinct was another. The instinct moved Peter thrown off the boat, run with the water to the city to that figure and scagliarvisi against with all the strength he had. Traitor! Liar! Weak! Useless! Pushed him causing him to fall to the ground, the blow softened by a few inches of water, more sketches than anything else. She had never thought to raise their hands against his rabbi, now had. And it was easy, beautiful, liberating, why not continue? He was ready to punch as soon as that little man had got up and certainly would have done if ...

-Peter, do you love me? -

these few words were enough, this difficult question, to appease the anger of a sudden disciple. The others behind, still on the boat, were now fishing, and perhaps had not even noticed the scene. The heart rate decreased to calm. Peter held out his hand to Jesus and helped him get up. I've certainly loved

, he thought, I loved you more than anything else, I loved you as I did not think you could love, but now ... what is left? ... A ghost that haunts me. If you decide to look only to the whole world, if only ... ... you could not do it. Remains of life.

-I love you, Lord-

They were both standing, facing each other, wet, Jesus embraced.

-Peter, do you love me? -

I did not know whom they live, I lived for you, but now? I do not dispute the will of God, but do not love you.

-I love you, Lord-

The two walked to the shore, followed by those fishermen who improvised at the first exit, had collected 153 fish. Another miracle without witnesses, another reason to get angry. They made a fire and ate all together one last time, cheerfully, as if the rabbi was alive and nothing had changed. Everyone was there except Peter, who, unseen, had been away from the firelight and was gone to prepare networks for the next day. Soon he was joined by Jesus

-I'm sorry, rabbi, I'm sorry I could not join the others, I regret not being able to celebrate your resurrection ... I ...-

-Peter, do you love? -

already-know-

"Then feed my sheep. Do not apologize for what is not depends on you, do not be sorry for what you are. What's left of me, protect it, but what is gone, let it go. Now you have to live in Capernaum .-

Peter heartened, though always a bit 'confused, and saluted the Lord joined others around the fire. Thomas smiled and winked at him Nathanael gave a final spit with a big fish. It was too charred, it was certainly lost in the fire dimenticandoselo chatter.

do not complain-to-See said the friend, you must already know that something has remained

-

There's a message on the phone, you Elisa, I wonder if tonight I like to dine out. Happy smile and write: "Yeah you know."

Also because I got a great desire to fish.

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47. MY FIRST CONTRIBUTION TO THE INCREDIBLE MAGIC 12.2 KM MARATHON RELAY!

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TEAM: Those which run [262]

ASSOCIATE: LEAGUE ITALIAN MULTIPLE SCLEROSIS (Runners from Mars).

262 F1 - EDDA LUCCHINI 10 km: 1:17:50 (3-434-106)

262 F2 - Andrea Bettinelli 10 km: 0:39:24 (1-11-10)

262 F3 - LAURA AMIS 10 km: 1:08:57 (2-424-97)

262 F4 - MARCO AIRAGHI 12.195 km: 1:37:34 (4-437-362)

262 TT - 04:43:45 (437-437-362)

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46. PREVIEW OF THE "RELAY" of 11-04.

> PREVIEW OF THE EVENT.

FARO AND NOW 'THE LONDON MARATHON! RELAY PERO '!

then we see to live this great race all from within.

begin by saying that Edda, Laura and I are runners from more 'to 6'00 "km. I even from 8'00 "km. Andrea seems to have legs of the tour just to keep 4'00" km maybe even less.

The team 'composed by the association LEAGUE ITALIAN MULTIPLE SCLEROSIS or LISM, we are all friends of runners who met the Martian missions from Mars and all the practitioners road race , some less, some more.

Edda 262 / 1 start 'of Fiera Rho MI, will reach' Andrea 262 / 2 SAN SIRO MI racecourse which will make 'race where up to ARENA Gianni Brera MI and they 'will' from the Team Captain Laura 262 / 3 which will bring 'the last witness relay tripping Marco 262 / 4 which will do' if and race against themselves up to reach the finish in Piazza Castello, where MI receive '4 medals to be given to his classmates and compliments from all who will type for him.

The team will be called ' THOSE Run With and finds himself 'Thursday' 8 April 2010 from 17:30 at the Marathon Village in Piazza Castello me for the presentation and then after the usual photos to the presence of my friend Giancarlo Terruzzi is rifugera 'in a meeting in Corso Sempione, where I always will say to do a variety of snacks and soft base. Beautiful is not it?

LIVE: MILANO CITY MARATHON RELAY 262 RELAY .

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Gethsemane

" And there appeared an angel from heaven to comfort him. And

entered in agony he prayed more earnestly. his sweat became like drops

of blood falling to the ground "Luke 22.43-44

those steps did not turn around because he knew too well. He waited for a few long moments on that damp earth, then was reached. His friend sat next, legs parallel, knees high and arms resting on them, an olive tree covered the sky with both.

-Gabriele ...-

-Lord .-

... I'm sorry-I-

-What? That he wanted to do all of your head? Essert stubborn in wanting to show the man a father too weak to be accepted? O was not yet able to understand your children? -

The rabbi closed his eyes for a few seconds and open them again grabbed the cup of wine that was supported between two stones to his left. He clasped her hands and was lost in observing the red content.

-Of everything. But more than anything I feel sorry for you, Gabriel. So you crave another role in this affair. It would be wonderful to see you enter the temple under the command of twelve legions of angels. You would have sounded the horn announcing my coming and I on a cloud, I bent the legs of those who want me to kick .-

drank two sips of the wine and the same number he offered his friend. The faces for a moment they laid down.

-You bet: the show was left speechless the whole of Jerusalem. Your disciples, those who are sleeping, they would be crowned king of blue and golden showers of dust from the eruptions ground .-

They both laughed imagining in detail the arrival of the Lord of Hosts in Israel, but soon the face of the rabbi became dark again. On seeing him as his friend put his arm around his shoulders and asked, "Would you then go back? -

was the unanswered question.

-Gabriel, we had dreams together for more nights than you can imagine. In the desert I knew what kind of Messiah would have been, but part of me has never accepted this decision. Every time I let go of a miracle I experienced the thrill of power and I had the feeling of having gone beyond that limit, that point of no return. I thought, "I was wrong. I already showed the power of his father, he will forever be slaves. " But mixed with the guilt I felt pleasant emotions. Then he gave proof of blindness and I was pulling a sigh of relief. I reassembled. I came back to me and my mission clear and beautiful I reappeared. But now ... now, as you say, my failure is obvious, now that I have left only one last attempt ... I have to think about ... well ... the risk because the risk ...-

-risk-Gabriel interrupted him-is to create a nation of orphans .-

followed long moments of silence in which the angel was able to learn the suffering of his Lord. The diapedesis became rabbi of the sweat dripping in blood on the cold ground. This was an advance of the sufferings of the flesh that would soon be due. But this was not worried. The insults that would meeting had gone empty words, passing the whips, the cross a superstitious curse. But doubt was atrocious. Bled for it. Bleeding because of it. And it was, this, true blood.

Gabriel was anxious to stop stalling. Could not stand the sight of his Lord in that state and reduced impulse reached out to grab the cup of wine on earth. There is a mirror for a moment, his face was streaked with tears. She drank the entire contents of the bowl to clear his tears. -May we drink your blood. Grant that can eat your flesh. And you'll see that has not been useless. Scream your name from the cross and no one can do but feel. When you return, everyone will understand to be your children understand that their father loved them to lay down his life for them and they all love it in equal manner. Look after your memory, it will grow and mature throughout the world. And most will have no fear of God, no longer live in the shadow of their guilt because they understand to have been forgiven, no one will feel a slave, everyone will understand to be children wanted, loved, accepted in all respects-

They lay both under the olive tree, Jesus did not seem totally convinced of his speech, but it was a bit 'more peaceful: "Now it seems you do not know what the men. Should you spend some 'time down here, so that you may see what they will be able to do in my name. But one thing is true, if even one person in the world live according to your wishes, my mission has not been a total failure. "