Sunday, February 27, 2011

Microwave Ovenare They Worth Getting Fixed

Run S. Just

A week away from the beautiful "Porcari runs", I decided to continue my path towards an appropriate race pace sneaking in Prato S. Right.

I have to describe the morning? I suggest that now would be the same for a long time, especially cold and rainy Sunday, a factor, the latter does not hurt me quite contrary!

I have already taken part in the demonstration organized by the Jolly Motors Prato in both 2009 and 2010, was the first participation Training the second ditto, I remember that last year, due to a strong start too ended with the slow down in the final out slowly. Rich

of these "experiences" ... delivery! The first 100-200 meters rest flooded into the fray and it is not bad because it imposed solitude in a rhythm for the first 4 km is constant, no work too hard and especially "romperndo breath" before starting a sensational, terms of feelings for my legs and my mind, progression to the finish.

Step to step.

The main points of the game, breeding, feeding stations (including the final) and several are manned in a careful and appropriate by the organizers much more than the trophy two weeks ago of Rubbish!

I dirizzoni the industrial district of Prato are not exactly exciting but knowing this path in the first part insult apnea in anticipation of 7-8 km where the context is completely different in the beautiful green of the Parco delle Cascine di Tavola. Right here I can reach in the wake of my team-mate Michael and Emily, I continue in my step up the embankment when he disappears by passing the athlete of the Borgo a Buggiano.

I did this for Pre-tactical .. reminding me of last year I set the goal to breathe along the banks of the Park then begin to push back on the stretch of asphalt. I have to find a good shape is not the performance, the important thing for me is the patience that only you can not always be present and to have the sport as life in general an adequate return in terms of benefit while providing a sense of what we do.

The miles go by like a non-existent and although the condition is still at the top, feel the feelings that are fabulous and above lead me to think that in calculating the final I will definitely increase! Michele reach which makes me, in continuing his leg feel more fit and decided to increase the pace, the industrial areas on the outskirts of dirizzoni Prato has become almost a pleasure!

missing very little. Last round (typical injuries of four brain-injured by car to us that we run), the last bridge where I can provide a further breakout and final goal. Without my Garmin with a respectable time of 1:00:58 .. not bad about 13.900 km with a nice average of 4:22.

In a gray day, as I like, a nice glow of sunshine ;-).

am always with an unresolved question .. how come every time I go to see Lawn signs and signs in Chinese? (Pardon the irony) .. I can not understand .. oh we're not in Italy! After you cross the parade with the dragon, which sanctioned the first of the year China (during the run of the garbage February 7) I was afraid to meet the witch Chinese or Chinese carnival .. Can you imagine what they could pull out of the closet!?

good week and we ran it all .... which is better!

Sunday, February 20, 2011

Meaning Of Stripes On Letterman's Sweater

Porcari runs .. what a show!

And so to my second participation in one of the most beautiful race, with a special charm and breathtaking runs Porcari. Many, many people united by a spirit of true, real bluntly and without controversy that often are not created in the competitive events Sunday morning. I do not know how many admissions were there yesterday in Porcari, I just know that having arrived late at the start I made the 20 km route .. from "solo" ... without teammates .. c''è but was never a meter that was not elbow to elbow with other participants share a joke or a word. It makes no sense to force me I want to enjoy, despite the tadpole legs to push wonder just having fun in the challenging and scenic climbs like the one that leads to Monte Carlo and as others on the way to reach the final of the turret.

What is missing is a flood of awesome people, awesome!

gray morning but no rain, it's almost comforting that the leaden sky knowing that it would rain if not in the afternoon. I press start on the garmin and start my adventure in the town of Lucca. The kilometers pass like seconds, I do not have time to drink a glass of tea at the various refreshment that I come now to the next, holding me by tasting some goodness that I saw on the tables full of food and crowded with participants including, runners, walkers, families, children and the elderly.

I stop to rest near the restaurant the "Nina" in Monaco, where, as in 2010, I'll do a good bowl of refreshing fruit .. a blessing before leaving choosing the path of 20 km.

guint the "big oak" it starts the "cross" completely in the mud .. a real pesticcio mud up to their ankles! It 's always nice to get through a race and you can gaze across the panorama from the top in this case the plain of Lucca.

I really enjoyed running down the tower and pushing the last km .. stop my garmin and go Marchino .. travel to some nice restaurants where slice of cake and three cups of hot chocolate to replenish my way to return to Montecatini.

in 2010 defined this race as the "queen" of the non-competitive .. quest''anno I want to define the race "" Queen "as a symbol of running and racing.

Getting up at 6:30 it really worth it, the event rate 9.5!

all a good week.


Monday, February 14, 2011

Are Skorpion Skates Any Good

"I am still here ...."

After a month and a half of absence from the "circus" I came to compete, not to have taken a great race eh! Let us be honest! Whether as an organization as a context in which we ran, except the nice chunk of the slope of the Capuchins who took us to gaze at the gray landscape un''altitudine not bad for having reached within a few meters, yesterday's call it a race gray as the day , humid and rainy. Needing to return to an appropriate race pace decide it's time to leave!

The start is in the industrial district of Prato for'esattezza all''Asm, a center for collection and storage and related operations to the trash. Oh ... the premise is not that exciting!

leaving with Michele De Pace, with whom he will do the whole race, the first 6-7 km are convoluted from the start up in the busy center of Prato. New experiences? It is also the first I met with the Chinese dell''anno barbogi that shooting fireworks around the city leading to a huge caterpillar, snake, dragon .. I do not know what it was .. made paper mache-style chariot course disguised in Viareggio. On February 13 is the Chinese New Year just do not understand why we should celebrate in the center of Prato .. (Sorry for the naive irony intended).

Passing the railway station, the Board of deep breaths in those places because they can get a healthy benefit Almighty, we are moving towards the ascent of the Capuchins, the wall itself, but I do not corricchiando forcing, is not the case, and especially does not make sense.

I take a few hundred meters on my teammate to the'undicesimo km reach me, my step is stabilized with helping to bring to end the race with a decent pace.

omit the description of the last km because I only see buildings and industrial warehouses, fog, rain and cars ..

Here we arrive, a good test preparation in many other races, a distance of 17.2 km is not celebrated.

A nice positive note is the proper final refreshment, after a nice run pasta is always good and is a great replenisher if not the best.

not want to do school reports and school report to assess an event, certainly a bit 'method merit is to be used, for yesterday morning, the sufficiency of "race, organizzaione, feeding stations along the track avoids, the garrison of the traffic," is far .

connected instead of the above I would like to tell a little something that happened yesterday morning. Some gentlemen have decided to park their cars, no parking in the net, caging totally ours, namely that dell'Antonietta.

Despite several reminders and above all, something serious, the owner of "offender" was consicio have made a car park and an outrage in my opinion to a third party which may be severe, with a calm and quiet Solomon, appeared together with others to move his car when lla have thought about going back to their cottage, or at 11:45.

Assuming that I would never have done (and will never do) one thing I would have apologized immensely .. Instead it was hurled at us prepotena sparked a debate is certainly not "gospels."

more time passes, the more I realize how'arroganza the'ottusità, the rancor, to win all .. I wonder in amazement when I hear people commenting on the various newscasts that raped by one of the cancer of our society, journalists (the real whores), tell only events of crime .. What wonder? Yesterday, a simple and stupid question who was clearly in the wrong has in no uncertain terms of "idiot" who he was in the right ...

From the small of my 29 years I highly recommend to many people to be an examination of conscience when they go to bed .. "Wondering" who is the instigator of all the crap I do? "" ... The answer is so simple, banal, and especially self-criticism that if a few would give the "" Myself, I "."

Monday, February 7, 2011

Pinky Before She Gained Weight

Rifiutiamoli ... are not citizens! There

you ever tried to imagine a city without people uncivilized? Streets and sidewalks clean, orderly traffic, parks and fragrant gardens, walls are walls (and no blackboards or bulletin boards ...), clear fountains and squares ... living in Crotone, unfortunately, everything exists only in postcards. In a city where all the inhabitants claim to bet that the economy is tourism, one can not fail to notice environmental degradation present in different amounts and arrangements in all districts. After the well-known attack on our health still work in progress because of the dissemination of nuclear underground Crotone, us citizens we are called, to conceal these atrocities, to act with greater sense of civic duty not to meet again one day, perhaps not far away, overwhelmed by our own waste. And 'the little things that a city must leave, or better start: waste collection, for example, is not a way to "take time" to us citizens, but a way to "respect the environment we live in but also for create less waste. The island green is not a piece of land surrounded by the sea where they live ecologists finally a reality ... but useful for the recycling of waste and thus our well-being without a shadow of a new landfill. It is to remind us, the authors of our destiny, that it is no longer just an awkward space in the eyes of tourists, but are a source of infectious and degenerative diseases, especially when you consider that some people leave quietly remains of building materials such as asbestos, which contains fibers of 'asbestos! It 'happened just recently in full archaeological site locations Capocolonna, an area that most of all should be preserved and conserved to remain a tourist destination, but are more than two months that the finding was left there and no one has done yet to remove it. Unfortunately, people suffering from Crotone, in addition to ignorance, even of "laziness": there is the will to change things, all are for a clean, tidy and well organized, but then are all watching with his hands in his pocket and try to convince a good action in some of civilization's response is: "Both the situation will never change "" This is the south, this is Croton. " We Crotonese we usually hide behind these phrases, clothing us with pity and resignation, but the reality is very different: this is not the South, and this is certainly not Crotone, at least one of the youth of New Hera who fell several times, with street initiatives, to show that not only believe and want things to change but they literally rolled up sleeves to change them. "We do beach clean" is only one of many initiatives put into practice and that anyone armed with good will and public spirit, could have done without waiting for "manna from heaven" ... With this initiative, we realized how much the Crotone, ionic exchange between the long coastline and a huge trash can also in many neighborhoods the situation as "waste" is not the best: it is common practice now to find the bins surrounded by mattresses, washing machines, refrigerators, televisions, even gas cylinders ... seems to be at the flea market! We would like to fly for "little fly-tipping" ... but we just hypocrites and do not forget that even a census of the many outbreaks of waste that emit huge amounts of toxic substances in the air. Do we really want this?! Damage ourselves with our hands ...?! Who says you definitely NO! For those who want to commit similar crimes and report them or do not we ask for the withdrawal of their citizenship Crotone! It 's time to "change" we are tired of "survive" from now on we want to "live" in Crotone.

Debora De Meco


Wednesday, February 2, 2011

Headband For Soccer Players

Free_DOOM

Still dazed and more rotten than ever wandered into a graveyard.
A hand came out of the ground and soon found myself in front of an undead. I immediately thought of still being stoned, but I had to change my mind. The undead had incredibly bad intentions towards me: he said that the death was that he had called me from the grave. I told him that I had nothing wrong and he said, "Look in the mirror, damn it!"
I tried to explain that my face was in no way different from many others my age.
And he just said "Exactly."
Then time stopped, I think, because I did not really know how much I was there to talk to him. Together we were convinced that we could have much more of what life (or death) had given us.
I mobility of the army uprooted, unemployed, drug addicts and slakers my peers, promising everything that previous generations there had hitherto denied.
He commanded the army of ravenous undead, ready to win that second chance that life does not grant ever.
The world would be ours.

Now I stand on this cliff top and look at the great city that lies below. Our army of undead is ready to strike. The radio reported the first reports of our declaration of war: a single bass line, fired as loud as that human history memories, pumped cash from hell created by the most devastating that they are alive or dead, and that most likely will have already detonated several limbs and heads.
We are confident that our stench is already perceptible. Soon we will get there and realize that they should first leave the spaces that we now take tearing the meat.
None of them will be saved under and already we can not wait to test the consistency of their excuses and their members.
No mercy, the river of blood will flow copiously, so what has long been our lethargy.