Pum! Starting gun. A lap
Short-five to long to complete the 8 kilometers.
Many famous people, great atmosphere, as long as a guest which ultimately annoying has been the protagonist: the wind. Outbound
I stand behind and beside Jime Diego. I do well. The group is very large and I like. Begins the second round, and the long. Jime I continue to wheel and Diego, which is placed in front of me. I glanced behind Piedelobo brothers, and Roberto Chusmari. The land is dry, not like last year, so no problems from slips.
Third round. The peloton is stretched. Take the "straight into the wind and lose contact with Jime and Diego. First are two meters, then five and turn downwind are ten, but failed to recover. I am alone. The wind is killing me. I try to make up positions and especially in the run contrary feelings, but I can not neither one nor the other. Fourth
back. Piedelobo brothers have given me reach and surpass me. Against the wind again I will escape. Again two meters, five meters, ten meters. Inexorably lose distance. I can not recover and start to suffer. Go! it seems that today is one of those races that enjoy playing away from being embarrassed. Again with the wind on the back attempt to remake, but not give anymore. I look back and see approach bejarano Pepe and his brother. Another couple that I will pass over. Fifth
back. Indeed. History repeats itself. Headwind. Two, five ten meters and bye bye. Upwind and ... there is nothing with which to shoot.
Last lap. To end this now. Béjar those in front and the back row of Indians. But If I do not want to run more! I'll keep the guy. You know ... straight into the wind turn and home straight. I find a bit of pride in some hidden place in the womb and accelerated (or so it seems to me) the pace. I advance a few positions to two hundred yards from goal, which I agree to maintain the rate. Thank a lot not having to sprint. Finishes. Thank goodness!. It's over. I have run fatal
The best proof is that on the way to the tent of the club, nobody tells me anything. Sign that we all agree. Today I have not had a good day.
side effects of the matter:
1. Loss of confidence for the coming races. He wore a series of tests in which I was well and ran with good feelings. Now I have to regain some self-esteem.
2. I'll be a while a little hunchback with the classification. My sweetheart is a competitive athlete and if I can be the tenth do not like being the eleventh. Of course I have not seen the classification, I'll tell you. This discomfort can last me ... about twelve hours.
3. My stomach hurts, and I was sorry I've always raced as hard as hard.
4. On the contrary, my legs hurt, and hurt me not ever do a run slower than I can.
In summary. There can be a good day if you never get a bad day. If so How would you know to distinguish from each other?
Short-five to long to complete the 8 kilometers.
Many famous people, great atmosphere, as long as a guest which ultimately annoying has been the protagonist: the wind. Outbound
I stand behind and beside Jime Diego. I do well. The group is very large and I like. Begins the second round, and the long. Jime I continue to wheel and Diego, which is placed in front of me. I glanced behind Piedelobo brothers, and Roberto Chusmari. The land is dry, not like last year, so no problems from slips.
Third round. The peloton is stretched. Take the "straight into the wind and lose contact with Jime and Diego. First are two meters, then five and turn downwind are ten, but failed to recover. I am alone. The wind is killing me. I try to make up positions and especially in the run contrary feelings, but I can not neither one nor the other. Fourth
back. Piedelobo brothers have given me reach and surpass me. Against the wind again I will escape. Again two meters, five meters, ten meters. Inexorably lose distance. I can not recover and start to suffer. Go! it seems that today is one of those races that enjoy playing away from being embarrassed. Again with the wind on the back attempt to remake, but not give anymore. I look back and see approach bejarano Pepe and his brother. Another couple that I will pass over. Fifth
back. Indeed. History repeats itself. Headwind. Two, five ten meters and bye bye. Upwind and ... there is nothing with which to shoot.
Last lap. To end this now. Béjar those in front and the back row of Indians. But If I do not want to run more! I'll keep the guy. You know ... straight into the wind turn and home straight. I find a bit of pride in some hidden place in the womb and accelerated (or so it seems to me) the pace. I advance a few positions to two hundred yards from goal, which I agree to maintain the rate. Thank a lot not having to sprint. Finishes. Thank goodness!. It's over. I have run fatal
The best proof is that on the way to the tent of the club, nobody tells me anything. Sign that we all agree. Today I have not had a good day.
side effects of the matter:
1. Loss of confidence for the coming races. He wore a series of tests in which I was well and ran with good feelings. Now I have to regain some self-esteem.
2. I'll be a while a little hunchback with the classification. My sweetheart is a competitive athlete and if I can be the tenth do not like being the eleventh. Of course I have not seen the classification, I'll tell you. This discomfort can last me ... about twelve hours.
3. My stomach hurts, and I was sorry I've always raced as hard as hard.
4. On the contrary, my legs hurt, and hurt me not ever do a run slower than I can.
In summary. There can be a good day if you never get a bad day. If so How would you know to distinguish from each other?
Angel ran in cadet category, finishing fifteenth. He made a good race but I think that could have been a little later if it had come a little harder. In any case, have a good time, which is most important.
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