Sunday, March 14 at 9:45 am is taken from the seventh edition of Vittorio Veneto Treviso Marathon, my fourth marathon (42km and my fifth considering the ecomaratona the Cimbri) less than a year since my debut on the distance .
But the marathon for me started already at the beginning of the week, since Monday I started to experience fatigue, sore throat, cold .. all unpleasant symptoms in view of what for me was the race of the season from the point of view of timing. So after 3 months of hard training scheduled at a table, physiotherapy and massages and sacrifices at the table (especially during the last 2 weeks during which I followed a diet professional marathon runner!) the week of the marathon I saw my dreams of glory fade away, day after day my hopes of increasing participation diminished (also because of the strong wind prevented me from carrying out the last important finishing training) until Saturday night after I had measured fever (37.8 ° C) I threw in the towel ...
What happened from here on is pure fiction, indeed, madness ...
at 4.30 to Sunday morning I woke up after a strange premonitory dream (which, needless to say, I was running) and especially after being able to sleep properly for 4 hours straight (something that did not happen for days because of the influence), I also realize that the ways of breathing are all in all quite free, and after a thought comes over me, "where I put the chest of the marathon?" The decision has been made: I I try! The anger of seeing wasted months of training for influence is so stupid, so I can not give up, I can not at least try to leave, I can not stay in bed rosicare, at least if I fall I fall on the battlefield! And so I wake up to attack the bib shorts, prepare the bag, breakfast at 6.15 on the fly and are ready to go by bus to Vittorio Veneto, while my head tells me "what the hell are you doing ???".
The sun, the atmosphere tense and brisk premaratona (although for me there is no tension is starting to be a victory), the sight of so many runners, all of these things help me forget the influence and help me enter in the right spirit, which is to have fun and vivermela as is, without pretense, because I already know that these conditions get to Treviso with my legs is pure utopia .. but I'm here to try it, I love challenges, although the target set for some time (close under the 2h50 ') is now permanently set aside for a couple of days. At 9.30
part of the marathon in-line skating, the handbike at 9.40 and at 9.45 tap to us, you go!
How nice to be there, that joy, how many people in the streets, still can not believe I'm dreaming or am I running? Or maybe it was the influence to be just a bad dream? This whirlwind of thoughts with me for the first 2km but then reality comes back to knock: 4'15 "/ km and average heart rate high ... too high to be able to sustain such a pace (in itself already slower than my average !), but I feel good, my legs are fine, I can breathe, the climate is very good, so I decide not to treat me in heart rate and to continue like this, so I'll make more when I retire ... the fourth
km reach of the pacemaker I take this opportunity to run 3 hours and covered in a group, the pace is steady and regular, is always at 4'15 "/ km, km and pass by quickly, 8, 9, 10 ... Conegliano is celebrating, how many people, I did its good to be there, come what may turn out, I just could not stay in bed ..
And what upsets me most is that I feel still fresh, the heart rate is always very high (ranging between 168 and 174) but I do not care .. as long as the boat goes ...!
Arrive in Susegana, I still feel good and I decide to rise slightly to the half-marathon in 1h30'06 "and then taking me in front of the balloons rise, the rate is now at 4'8" / km, Bridge Priula step driven by two wings of jubilant cheering people possessed that wonderful choreography ... Now comes the toughest stretch, the Pontebbana, 100metri pacemakers are now behind me but I find another nice companion: the wind (opposite , of course). For a moment I decide to slow down to fall within the group but then change my mind: are now at 22, I have to do it, I get to the end, alone, with my legs, and under 3 hours, I can do it! Increase aoncora a bit 'in the rhythm along 2km 4'5 "/ km, then the 27th, the first symptoms are familiar to me, dear to me ... the cramps! The calves start to get heavy, I start to change my course load to be minimized, I can pretty well even if this affects the pace, forcing me to go back on the pace of 3 hours (4'15 "/ km) but that's okay, I always 100metri advantage, it is important not to give up .. already, as if we are missing 500 meters at the 28th ... .. little miss .. 1 / 3 of one race ... .. My little ... lacking technical gesture is always the worst aesthetic point of view, the race becomes increasingly expensive energy efficient, but I have to control the cramps, every few steps a dense stronger than the others accompanied by a grimace while the heart rate rises, we are now on 178bpm. 31 ... 32 ... I suffer, I suffer as I have never suffered in the race ... I do not want to think, I turn off the brain ... 33 ... Spresiano step without realizing anything or anyone, in my head are now in a deserted island in the sun .. frattemepo and in the 34 km pass ... ... and are always at 4'15 "/ km. ...
Bevo, reintegration, Doso energies, 35 is done ... now I just have not let go ... 36 ... and went Visnadello ... 37 ... ... here we are in Villorba my mother makes me, I am committed to see her trying to make my smoother ride for a moment, I try to smile, say hello, I try to let her know that I'm fine, I just want to reassure her, but I do not think I succeeded, I'm too baked to be able to mask fatigue ... 38 ... do not take it anymore. Every km is an eternity but in reality are always 4'15 ", are regular but over the kilometers I'm turning 39 ... ... the ride smooth and easy the first few kilometers is just a reminder ... 40 ... 40! We are in Treviso how many people! How many friends here I can raise my head and salute accompanied by some mention of the fact smile .. by the way, the city streets give me the office, turn right then left, Piazza dei Signori, I can not believe, are in Treviso! And I'm still running in fact, the last 2km I'm running them under 4'10 "! Do not believe it, now it's done, I hear the speaker, a hundred yards in front of me bend .. I already imagine the inflatable finish arch around the corner, a mirage .. I slow down to enjoy the last moments of fatigue and done ... ... here! Beautiful, the orange carpet, a jubilant crowd, I applaud the sun! I did not miss the strength to lift his arms, but his eyes, just to watch the clock under the arch: 2h59'17 "! I do not believe ... I ran my 4 th marathon, the first under 3 hours! I am conscious of having done something beyond my abilities, crazy ... but it has rewarded me willpower, rage, despair and suffering, without which I would not have ever made.
I could not get the time I wanted but I know that if I was good I would have made sure so I can not be satisfied, because I still improved my personal (which was 3:14 a.m., 'got to JesolonightMarathon of 23 / 05/2009) and I dedicate my success to myself as I learned to suffer and to those dear people I met along the way, who accompanied me, I have urged, who believed in me.
start racing is the best gift I could do myself. From that November 2008 I gained a lot of satisfaction and new dear friends.
For the record, I was ranked 148 th overall and 15 th grade, 1. Ottaviano Andriani (2h12'49 "), 2. Daniele Caimmi (2h12'49 "), 3. Errebbah Mostafa (2h16'31 ").
Now a few days rest and then start to prepare the packages Hills Crossing April 11 ... but this time no other 42km asphalt walking paths and trails only constant ups and downs. The appointment with my goal 2h50 'is postponed to October, when it will run the 25th edition of the Venice Marathon.
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