Whenever I go to a town and time permits, I like getting up early (or rather I have no choice) and take a turn running through it. Visit-express. That day the city of Soria was not the goal. A few miles away is Mount Valonsadero, an area with a double attraction for me. On the one hand it is situated in the Forest Research Centre with whom I have had some professional relationship. Moreover, Valonsadero is the land where legend forged the two most famous athletes Soria: Olympic champion Fermin Cacho in 1500 my Abel Anton, world champion in Marathon.
So, adjusting the schedule, at 8:00 am in a parking lot near the circuit workouts "block" of Enrique Pascual. At this time, as usual, no one there. The woman in the hotel assured me that people run around here all the time. Clearly these are not hours.
I leave the car. Makes a terrible cold, the sky is gray and the ground completely frozen. I have one hour ahead to explore world. Some signs indicate the circuit between the pines. I walk around him. Term in minutes, not very long, so I investigated a bit around. Find a path and follow it. I'll try to find the Casa del Guarda. I leave the pine forest. The frost is strong. Field through a firewall see how far a narrow road between poplars. I head there. In the distance is my goal.
The silence is absolute. Only the pounding of my feet against the ground and my breath. Nor is there any movement. Everything is quiet around me. Some soft and little snowflakes floating in the air. They are so light that just will not fall anymore. Took 25 minutes. If I turn around I'll be in the car at about 40. Is small. And I am here I will see some more of Mt. I climb a hill and I step over a wide area of \u200b\u200brolling grasslands dotted with oaks and poplars. There are a lot of ice so I follow the paths marked by livestock. Descend to a stream. Is almost completely frozen. I follow a stretch in the hope of finding an area in which to cross. I watch the clock. Wow. I've been 40 minutes. Now I must go back. If I can tackle cross the river cross country and planted in the car in 20 minutes. If I turn my steps it take a lot more. My proverbial sense of direction, legendary among those who know me, forcing me to make a painful decision ... to retrace my steps. Said and Done? ... find a fallen poplar tree on the stream that can cross it and ... the cross. What the hell! Why did I lose? Ten minutes later I have the answer. I get lost as long as I have lost this was not going to be different. But there is no turning back. I keep promising a narrow path. I'm going at full speed because now you should be back in the car. I climb a hill and suddenly I was confronted by the guard house. Go! What is this doing here? Anyway I just got my coordinates in the world. By the car, on the road I stop in ten minutes. I watch the clock. Gulp. An hour and ten of filming, which will be to twenty at the end. Finally I get to the park. The car is only as at the beginning. Not a soul. I start shooting and leave the hotel. Surely others and I are expecting. Wrong. They are gone. Run up, I shower and dress skimming the world record for showering and dressing. And I go out whistling the breakfast.
I remember, once again, the question of my favorite physio:
- Do you stretch every day?
- If - I say flatly. I stretch every day. I stretch every day
time.
So, adjusting the schedule, at 8:00 am in a parking lot near the circuit workouts "block" of Enrique Pascual. At this time, as usual, no one there. The woman in the hotel assured me that people run around here all the time. Clearly these are not hours.
I leave the car. Makes a terrible cold, the sky is gray and the ground completely frozen. I have one hour ahead to explore world. Some signs indicate the circuit between the pines. I walk around him. Term in minutes, not very long, so I investigated a bit around. Find a path and follow it. I'll try to find the Casa del Guarda. I leave the pine forest. The frost is strong. Field through a firewall see how far a narrow road between poplars. I head there. In the distance is my goal.
The silence is absolute. Only the pounding of my feet against the ground and my breath. Nor is there any movement. Everything is quiet around me. Some soft and little snowflakes floating in the air. They are so light that just will not fall anymore. Took 25 minutes. If I turn around I'll be in the car at about 40. Is small. And I am here I will see some more of Mt. I climb a hill and I step over a wide area of \u200b\u200brolling grasslands dotted with oaks and poplars. There are a lot of ice so I follow the paths marked by livestock. Descend to a stream. Is almost completely frozen. I follow a stretch in the hope of finding an area in which to cross. I watch the clock. Wow. I've been 40 minutes. Now I must go back. If I can tackle cross the river cross country and planted in the car in 20 minutes. If I turn my steps it take a lot more. My proverbial sense of direction, legendary among those who know me, forcing me to make a painful decision ... to retrace my steps. Said and Done? ... find a fallen poplar tree on the stream that can cross it and ... the cross. What the hell! Why did I lose? Ten minutes later I have the answer. I get lost as long as I have lost this was not going to be different. But there is no turning back. I keep promising a narrow path. I'm going at full speed because now you should be back in the car. I climb a hill and suddenly I was confronted by the guard house. Go! What is this doing here? Anyway I just got my coordinates in the world. By the car, on the road I stop in ten minutes. I watch the clock. Gulp. An hour and ten of filming, which will be to twenty at the end. Finally I get to the park. The car is only as at the beginning. Not a soul. I start shooting and leave the hotel. Surely others and I are expecting. Wrong. They are gone. Run up, I shower and dress skimming the world record for showering and dressing. And I go out whistling the breakfast.
I remember, once again, the question of my favorite physio:
- Do you stretch every day?
- If - I say flatly. I stretch every day. I stretch every day
time.
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