As previously announced, on Saturday morning I attended the first round of the Grand Prix of Italy Streets Oderzo held in 2010 on a 2.5 km circuit to be repeated 4 times.
The premises were not the best since the week I was accused mild discomfort localized in the left thigh muscle (due to the efforts of DueRocche) following of which I have decided to reduce the workload by doing weekly "only" 3 out of the bottom of slow tralaltro outputs during which I found was a form of non-optimal heart rate above normal.
However I come to the city Opitergino load, motivated and determined to do well, the rest of the welcoming sight Piazza Grande prepared to perfection to host so many runners helps to forget the little annoyances and muscular legs as two load springs. Collect race, coffee, heating and off at 9.30, and the springs snap! The day is one of those spring, perhaps a bit 'too sunny enough to convince me to go with the hat and the first excited Courses meter uphill through the square that trying to fight my way into the usual crowd in search of space to get on my "race pace" the feelings that I get sent from the legs are good: the left thigh does not hurt, the frequency rate seems ok, and my rivals are there with me. I run on the wings of the first lap at a good pace of just under 3'40 "/ km, to be honest in my plans the intention was to switch around a" slow "for a fast way to get there to run the last lap possibly relatively cool with some good cartridge to shoot, but the spirit of competition brings me once again as stronger than necessary, and in fact already beginning to suffer from the second round effort, too much effort for not yet reached the halfway stage. The heart rate begins to rise, the breath is getting shorter and the distance that separates me from rivals that stretches before me ... 3'43 "/ km pace of my second lap, but now I no longer have to half of the race and are already in the reserve, down with the head and proceed trying to push the bad thoughts and doing what I try to avoid to consult the garmin .. however the third step in Piazza Grande is approximately 40 "with a slower pace of the previous 3'56" / km! Really bad! But now they are last round, grit my teeth, I try to limit the damage, the stronger the first run and ending the agony and so after 38'09 "to reach the finish line race by taking the last lap slightly faster than the previous. My final position of 74th out of 345 participants and 12 out of 31 of my placement category, out 1'15 "from my best time obtained on ten thousand at the Marathon of winged victory. Great disappointment, therefore, my final average speed is 3'47 "/ km, ½ marathon pace! Almost two minutes slower than I hoped to confirm the fact that my form is actually worse than the evidence of San Polo di Piave 7 days ago when I could to run 15 "at km faster with less effort! However the positive side I also find it on this day, and lies in the fact that I have improved by almost 3 minutes long been one year ago, and also picked up on that occasion suffering less than I expected in the last 2 laps ( confirming the fact that this race does not make me do) and then refer back to the great 10 days after the CorriTreviso, so I hope that this precedent is a good omen for the second test of the Grand Prix that will take place precisely in Treviso on May 23.
Oderzo closing the file the next day I suffered the opportunity to raise morale and make my part in the sixth edition of the race between de and do Cesetti " 10km on a path that, as "short" is a difficult nervous and totally devoid of asphalt with nearly 400 meters of elevation gain, characteristics that compel the suitors to a ranking position in a race out of breath. After the race, the smaller that challenge on a path length of 1.5 km, at 10:10, to coincide with the first drops of rain, is launched for the 180 athletes who engage in the path. After the first 100 meters, "plans" will start the real climb approached in single file and here I realize now that the former require a demanding pace for me, I am stepping stone around the twentieth position followed by another 6 / 7 athletes equally certain that in fact soon I outweigh uphill road but then give me back down to where I can have more yards and catching positions ahead of me and then riagguantare the next hill. The tug of war continues for the entire race in a series of chases and escapes that make the path to overtaking even harder and more dangerous for the fun of the many assistants and volunteers crowded along the paths. Where I can not make a difference, surprisingly, is on the brow, in those sections counted to be able to pull out the competition and instead I find myself tired and unable to change up with my usual speed, however in the second half of the race I stepping up to defend myself well with my tried and tested "walk Fast-pushing with his arms on his knees. However by the 7th km beginning to experience fatigue, so I decide to slow down slightly to catch his breath easily overcome by letting the heels of two that I believe that the absence 3km to the finish, I had time and opportunity to risuperarli; tactic that unfortunately turns out to be ineffective and not my fault this time: a few hundred meters later I hear the voice of the speaker and I realize that this pleasant descent is nothing but the path of the first mile of race course route in the opposite direction! Too late, I turn right in front of me and I see the arrival! But how? 8km? And where are the other 2? Not bad, only small forgivable flaw in an event perfect with a formidable track that only a sample as Fregona can draw. I close in 19 th place with a time of 45'24 "proof that leaves me a bit 'bad taste in mouth, but that also allows me to go to the awards ceremony, not because of me but for the generosity of the organization that awards even the first 20 men overall and the first 10 women (and prizes!) over the first 5 in each category. On the top step of the podium usually unattainable Cassi (which crosses the finish line after 38 'notice) and be followed by Vettorel Riz.
The bitterness for the lackluster performance of the weekend is thus somewhat offset by the simple pleasure of participating in events really well organized that I give way to exploit the "competitive gap" to train the best by comparing the paths first and then in front of a plate of pasta and a beer, with other brave athletes.
Next meeting: Custoza the marathon next Sunday. With the hope of recovering the best condition. Or at least do not get sick!
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