How beautiful reflections on paper can sometimes be. You make up diets, schedules, plans, lists, deadlines, volumes, and the moment comes when you take the laptop off your lap and the body off the sofa. In this trinity, you are in the minority. The sofa as an opposition is always against, although it is hardly worse for him that he will bend less often and less. The body at first, too. And in the middle it is often against, and at the time of the race, well, and after — even more so. But the brain is “For”, bearing in mind the saying about the hardworking monkey. So it's time.
No, there is still something missing for the report on the preparation for the Pescara. After all, Ironman 70.3 in Italy will not be my first race after all. There was another race, or...
...causing a silly smile on my face right now, an attempt to try at least some distance at home.
Swimming pool. Transit — locker room. Chained bike to the post. A backpack with clothes. No pedal contacts, only tuklips — only hardcore! Meals on the highway? What's it? It's not really possible to drink here in such conditions, but I can eat at home. Like a decent person — at the table.
Bored and scared on the bike native
on the circumferential in the truck environment?
Headphones to help and Rihanna's bundles,
not knee-high,
but just a Must Have for singing!
Abandoned inventory near the house in the direction of the dog that ran out to meet — this is the second transit. Yes, what a transit, let's be honest. Then — changing room. I still remember the eyes of 5 kopecks of my terrier and up to this point, far from always approving of my actions. Dog-peredevaka (afigevaka).
So, what is it? Olympian. Sneakers. Let's run. How many — ten, it seems. It doesn't seem like my running. The legs are strange. They don't listen. Aah, this is a warm-up, then it will be easier. The fifth kilometer. Where is this someone who recently promised in my head that it would be easier. When all this is over, I'll remember you! 8 kilometers, why am I doing this to myself, for what? I don't understand what the buzz is, I can't stop — of course. And it makes sense if you still have to drag yourself home. Shameful on foot. I hate, I hate, I hate! I will never repeat ... Already running, I turned not to the house, but to the river, in which I crossed the finish line at + 10 in clothes and cross-country shoes.
As it turned out, that day I lied to myself in various matters almost more than in my entire previous life. Already on the second day I woke up with a single thought — how cool it was! The elated mood did not leave me even in those moments when I got up from the sofa and hobbled to the refrigerator. As evidence at the crime scene, a blanket that I had been trying to get rid of the effects of hypothermia for a long time that day, and wrappers from chocolate bars, continued to lie treacherously nearby. It was too late to fight and there was absolutely no need for “TRI”-the virus entered my body with a bang!
