Mon
Corsa. Sunday come from a calm, without a bike race it or anything, just the house wife and kid!
So in anticipation of a race in Rome, I concede progessione, from 4.50 / to 4.15 km / km 12 km fucking
Mar.
slow regenerating 8km race but returned home I was very satisfied and 10 times from the ground floor to the terrace, 70 steps x 10 fucking
Wed
bike. The fucking work is messed up, I come home while dinner was on the way (then grilled steaks in the blood), and then 50 minutes to tow rollers, sometimes Lorenzo turns and looks at me and says, 'but how much you sweat!' and then it stops there, thank goodness!
Thurs
Rest. I would like to go swimming at 12.30 to 14.00 because Sabrina is waiting for me to review and make an addition to the old tattoo. The bus and car parks are full for the school is still in full swing I do get to 12.50. Now that I change my heating and the rest of it is getting late. I give up. After arrival at the laboratory and other tests and my umpteenth final ok torture begins. At that talking about this and that Sabrina says 'Do not think of going to the pool for at least 13 14 days, otherwise we risk that the chlorine ruins everything!' Fuck the fucking
tattoo
Fri
Corsa. Funny how the horses in Piazza Siena remit your shoes and go on the track, there Uscuru that mixes a bit of one thousand two hundred one thousand words in 200 .... Ok let's start. The Garmin is off. Fuck even the fucking Garmin.
one thousand to 3.35 10x200 10x200 and just think, called the calf. Next Sunday is a 5000 in Rome mica track!
Sat
Bike-Race . Since the pool can not go I just see my son from the balcony, and how it should be, today the four lanes of free swimming have 4 people. fucking also the lanes! In the morning I leave at 9:00 on the bike and I go to try to track the changes. 10km cycling and 5km running 2.5 km bike and 2.5 km race.
None of that, but time was 2 hours and 15 training
Sun
stroke. Ladispoli, 10km flat fucking day with wind and water. Heating cooled by wind gusts. I'm leaving behind with Brant, at long last at the start! Maybe we were too behind the arc and 30 seconds to reach the first mile to 5/km ... fucking 1500 people!
Feeling good, established at 4.20 / km, not tiring or a ca .., on the ninth a double km (physical) Andrea (& Ivana) tells me to stretch, 4.13 and 4.02 the last two without making a fold!
soddsfazione Fucking!
PS I can complain about my past week, but in Japan they had a week SODDING. One of my thoughts and prayers go to them.
