Riescono a comunicarsi energia e a condividere le loro cose in modo fantastico. Del tipo: "ieri ho corso alle 13 da casa mia alla pompa di benzina, mezz'ora, e sto bene".
Il feedback non si fa mai aspettare: 650 commenti entusiastici. "Anch'io ho corso mezz'ora ieri!!!", "...meravigliosa la pompa Esso"...","...e quell'albero, lì all'incrocio Via Mazzini (there's one in every city) is amazing. "
Seriously, they really do share something healthy group, which promotes good health and spirit.
I always say I am a runner but only with the head.
know how many races I do a day? A lot. And I see trees, mountains, rivers and beaches lapped by crystal waters.
And then, the daily races " taxes, real ones, they are wonderful. Asylum, office, new kindergarten, supermarket, town, Local Health Authority, family doctor, pediatrician, certified, post.
Alibi, yes, I know, say runners convinced. Time will go. The weather is always good to stay.
I believe, however, have difficulty with time and I do not know when I might crop this hour of wellness. Later that evening? On Saturday morning? Running once a week enough? I'll think about. I accept suggestions.
one time I ran. I raced for 2 years in a wonderful place. In a road of 1 km, a sort of ring surfaced, including lemon, orange, orange blossoms and sea air.
In the gym, in later years, on the treadmill, viewing the road and time went faster. I was also trying to remember the smells air and every meter of the route.
I remember that on that street, I gave it to the legs, really, once in front of a dozen bullies seeking chissacchè. Thank goodness that I was trained. I ran with a swatch of plastic, a shirt, a pair of shorts and a radiocuffia of 2 pounds to the waist, I even wore their identity card. I went out, I warmed up and after an hour I was back home to drink a big glass of refreshing water and anise, satisfied with the lungs of the race and thanking me.
I do not run for years, that the road will see more than once a year now.
But the feeling, if I close my eyes, are the same.
note: the image-Guttuso, 1966 Cactus on the Gulf of Palermo, 1978.Olio on canvas -
know how many races I do a day? A lot. And I see trees, mountains, rivers and beaches lapped by crystal waters.
And then, the daily races " taxes, real ones, they are wonderful. Asylum, office, new kindergarten, supermarket, town, Local Health Authority, family doctor, pediatrician, certified, post.
Alibi, yes, I know, say runners convinced. Time will go. The weather is always good to stay.
I believe, however, have difficulty with time and I do not know when I might crop this hour of wellness. Later that evening? On Saturday morning? Running once a week enough? I'll think about. I accept suggestions.
one time I ran. I raced for 2 years in a wonderful place. In a road of 1 km, a sort of ring surfaced, including lemon, orange, orange blossoms and sea air.
In the gym, in later years, on the treadmill, viewing the road and time went faster. I was also trying to remember the smells air and every meter of the route.
I remember that on that street, I gave it to the legs, really, once in front of a dozen bullies seeking chissacchè. Thank goodness that I was trained. I ran with a swatch of plastic, a shirt, a pair of shorts and a radiocuffia of 2 pounds to the waist, I even wore their identity card. I went out, I warmed up and after an hour I was back home to drink a big glass of refreshing water and anise, satisfied with the lungs of the race and thanking me.
I do not run for years, that the road will see more than once a year now.
But the feeling, if I close my eyes, are the same.
note: the image-Guttuso, 1966 Cactus on the Gulf of Palermo, 1978.Olio on canvas -
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