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One year race to the Spartathlon: "THE DREAM"

September 21, 2010, 10:15 am, railway station Reggio Emilia.
thousand voices, many dialects, a myriad of different languages \u200b\u200blive in the air around the bench on the sidewalk near the track 2.C 'is that some people, people who expect others arrivano.Tutti go to a someone or a something each of them knows and is master of his own destino.Mattinata with the sun embracing all present in close soffocante.Lui But the star was shining very different intentions, from its privileged position seems to smile and instead wish a wonderful day. This just seems to capture solar energy to embrace a man, the apparent age of thirty, sitting there deep in thought with next to his bag with the words and musical notes that Italy from the i-pod headphones compagnia.Il take the laptop put it there, leaning on his knees waiting to be turned on, waiting his turn, he wants to become a leading player because he knows that in its memory contains a something important ... CONTAINS THE TALE OF SOGNO.Ciro Di Palma is called, has forty-first year and is dressed in a sport, it seems an athlete, maybe the mystery and.a the circonda.Attende the His train will take him to Milan, from there the next day, take a plane and fly to Athens, mythological land, mysterious and full of storia.Cosa going to do in Greece, is a mystery for the most 'Opens ... his laptop and start typing ...:" Finally we start! After more than a year since, looking for something special dell'ultramaratona linked to the world, I came across a site that spoke of a race very long named Spartathlon. "SPARTATHLON that name full of charm, redolent of history, has the flavor of something heroic and oozes with emotion," pensai.Da that moment I fell in love, fatal attraction! Beginning to wonder, "I think those who take part will be out of the ordinary people, the reasons will be special and maybe even a little megalomaniacal." At this point, exclaimed loudly: "I am one of them, I want to be a "SPECIAL ONE". It is so, that in a September day in late summer, muggy and humid as ever I promise that I will run all costi.Questa is the genesis of the adventure, the beginning of the "dream". beginning research: where you run, what time of year sees the light event, if you have other Italians partecipato.Trascorro hours to contact people, I read many articles, many blogs and the "thing" I appassiona.Come a spider spinning its web to trap the insects so I took this race slowly and then faster, until it became my dream. "I read very carefully all the news from the site and I notice that you must qualify, in short do before a certain path and then be accepted, "One difficulty in more," muttered subito.Per me, that I had run only up to fifty kilometers in the race, thinking of going through the gauntlet of a hundred kilometers from running in less than ten hours and thirty minutes I felt very discouraged arduo.Non absolutely full of enthusiasm and start to plan everything. "We must move from one hundred kilometers to be there??, OK !!!". Top of various research, study courses, I look at times classifications ... "This is, no, maybe this", then the search ends with the choice ... 100 KM SEREGNO.Dalle my knowledge, been thorough, but are also aware that if I Lombard finish the race at around ten and a half hours which is the minimum to go to Greece, to complete a race in two hundred forty-six km, this is the distance to be covered in thirty-six hours, it would be very arduo.Mi ask myself, even before you start, the first goal, namely to run Seregno in about eight hours and thirty minutes. "Crazy!" Everything now is to convince and involve allenatore.Al my phone, just try to dissuade me but I'm very determined and how a river breaking its banks and the floods of data notizie.Il my enthusiasm is overflowing, I speak more than half an hour. In the end I honestly say, "Okay, but also a new thing for me as a coach, we try and experience. "I am happy knowing that I would wait for the months of hard allenamento.Ad October last year undertake the" long way ". It starts the day they still have the slight warmth of summer, I see the farmers with their tractors prepare their vineyards for the harvest, the colors of the countryside are gradually becoming, we are in autumn. Alexandria Ultrak marathon and marathon (48 km) one after another, the climate is cold, the fog starts to peep and with the rain begins to see himself become my constant companion during training. Arriva in December, "General Winter is upon us. Marathon and Marathon Reggio Emilia Calderara di Reno, where the heavy snowfalls have also changed the percorso.Tutto well and on schedule, at this time I gave much weight to the care of refreshments and clothing to be used in the race to start on January Seregno.Da specific program for the one hundred chilometri.Ormai climate is very different from October, it is hard, everyone has a different flavor, aroma diverso.A times after a snowfall seems to run on the clouds, during and after the rain became instead a boat at the mercy of the elements of nature, I think be a film.Durante out my "running" a few machines that are not stopping me offrino a passaggio.Fine January: Marathon of Peace River Lamone (Trail 48 km). Here I have the pleasure invited by his friend Henry to run side by side for much of the race with Andrea Accorsi that at one point he says: "I am convinced that you'll be among the one hundred to eight hours and a quarter past eight." I was amazed and happy at the same time from that 'assertion, but thought: "It' s gone mad !!!", instead PROFETICO.Con February and March was in full swing of preparation: 50 km on the sand in San Benedetto del Tronto, Verona Marathon, Marathon of Verdi's land and Marathon Piacenza.Mai had a problem, I jumped up to two training sessions in six mesi.Finalmente arrival to the last two weeks of training and unloading a little 'work fatto.Questa preparation, based on the slowdown in the rate that was used keep in marathon and duration of training, is coming to termine.Ho learned to treat the most of the details because I have found that the care of the details that you can in tutto.Niente can 'be left to chance, refreshments, race pace , change of clothes ... we need to minimize the margin of error, to be practically perfect in everything. In the meantime I got to know many people who have incited and continue to do so, the expressions of esteem are wasted. The people of the network is next to me and pushes me to always give meglio.Ho increased my wealth of knowledge on ultramarathons and I treasure the many, many tips that other athletes have given me they are out in Italy around .21 March arrives the day of the gara.Arrivo in perfect physical and mental conditions, the race tactics is printed in my mind, I just have to run ... With the invaluable help of his friend Mark, who follows me on a scooter and it will be a presence constant but never intrusive by my side, finished the race in eight hours and seven minuti.Dodicesimo absolute ... a triumph. To be honest not all that unexpected, because planned in detail and strongly desired! I remain of that race as well as good performance also remember the hugs of my friends Marco, Mauro and Alessia after finishing an indescribable feeling ... . The beautiful words of my coach, my family and all friends give me the warmth that is lacking in one day dull as only knows Brianza offrire.La festival, with the final cake home of friends of Merlin complete the work. Thank you all, is his heart dico.La the first stone, perhaps the heaviest, was laid, awareness of being strong and self-esteem increases anche.Adesso are sure to be a "SPECIAL ONE", one of those "crazy" that armed with good will, a bit of madness and a lot of courage going out to conquer Sparta. Outlining the details for registration and other pending confirmation by the organizers, I can now say that no time was the longest stretch I was happy as a father who expects the first-born from his beloved woman ... the days go slow is marzo.Giusto the end of a couple of weeks for a physical and psychological recovery and plan the specific preparation for Spartathlon.Si tip now grow the conviction, to work on testa.Appendo at home, at work and in my gym staff of the paper with the logo of the race with "A year of hard work, have made it OTHER ATHLETES, AND YOU CAN DO IT TOO !!!". A couple of months of training to maintain a state of good form and then leave with the first weeks of special training luglio.E 'April, the weather is fine, the sun, the smile growing number of people who meet on the street while I train my heart and rejoice that gives me the push, the strength and the charge to watch forward with optimism ... ARE FELICE.Il April 25 I finish work at six in the morning and with my friend Dino, who will pick you go to Castel Bolognese: 50 Km di Romagna. I'm fine and I diverto.Di race comes the month of May: Marathon Custoza and 100 km of Passatore, we are now in the middle of spring, winter with its cold and distant and only a dim memory in my mind now already projected mesi.Entrambe ahead in the races are races total bene.La first in peace, so very easy and sciolto.Al Passatore but after a good start, maybe a little fast, I had to manage and overcome a crisis that lasted long thirty-two km and then run the last twenty-four miles below the 4'00 "but less ristori.Proprio the finish line of this event, and at one o'clock at night I had a minute of granite certainties on my willpower and my body." I'll make it '! I screamed just past the inflatable in Piazza del Popolo in Faenza.Giugno then in July, the summer, the days are getting longer, the city began to empty and the heat begins to be a major actor of giornate.Corro and I feel Lord of the street, meanwhile: Ecomaratona Ventasso, very nice and well organizzata.Dalla Greece still do not get news, I start preoccuparmi.S 'intensified calls to Henry who tries to calm me by saying that he still does not know when a niente.Fin morning in the Viking writes me a message: "Registration ok, I got everything." I go out to run a bit 'nervous but they return home from a distance I see an envelope that peeps from my mailbox, which seems to expect, I think call me screaming: "I arrivataaaaaaaaaaaaaaa" I approach I take, almost caressing look where it comes from "Athens-Greece, opened it slowly, I taste those moments like you do with a good Neapolitan coffee early in the morning I carefully read, "You're writing with chest n.389." My enthusiasm reaches its peak, are felicissimo.Un cry, they feel even my sister who lives in five hundred feet from me, stands high in the sky, almost wanted him to leave before Greece and anticipate the arrival of Sparta.A this point, however, is born in me wants to be a "SPECIAL ONE" wants me to become "Immortal" that is not an active part and supporting actor in Greek land workouts .. I give reason, the body responds very well and my head all comforts, including the mental training to his work with the specific part frutti.Si: Rimini Golden Extreme Marathon, bad experience, but also draw an important lesson here concerns the 'alimentazione.Nella Romagna town they met Ivan, the best Italian ever to Spartathlon, it gives me very useful advice on how to address and manage the Hellenic race on earth and then it is extremely available in case I need to aiuto.Giunti in August now we enter the climax of the preparation: the Ecomaratona Valdarda, fantastic, very beautiful and evocative race race with perhaps a quiet eccessiva.Mi divertito.Siamo have come to September, the days get shorter, the morning begins to be more cool ... there is a small problem, something strange is a pain in the pelvis that I can pass easily. And 'the last month ... One day he calls me and asks me if Antonio Tallarita want to go to run a relay race of 112.3 km, with the last seventy miles up ... (we start from Lido Po 22m above sea level and arrive at Cerreto Laghi 1261m above sea level). She explains as this event, running from him for the entire year before, may be preparatory to Spartathlon.Mi consulting with my coach and after discussing a bit 'on the characteristics of the route, timing and other details that I can decide to participate. "UN SUCCESS ", I run all the miles and very brilliantly sciolto.Come life, also the preparation draws to a close last week and the number of kilometers, however, decreases in direct proportion to increases fear of hurting me ... would be a shame. But there's a thought that pain and is the pond that subtly, about a month, keeps me company ... I try not think about it. In the last week I received many phone calls and many messages from many persone.Adesso'm here on a bench in the station, I finish writing my emotions over the months trascorsi.E 'as rewind with rewind, relive all the emotions, all the states' s animo.Quante hours studying the course, view the movies on the net, to calculate the various rhythms to keep in the race, the times of arrival at the various checkpoints so as to bring own refreshments and various cambi.Mamma my many sacrifices sacrifices!. People went to the sea and the mountains and I correvo.Andava correvo.Andava I do picnics and I correvo.Andava on vacation and I correvo.C 'and I was the sun and I correvo.Nevicava correvo.Diluviava and I correvo.Natale, Easter, New Year and I correvo.Non I am sorry indeed do it again because I did it with love, passion and dedication! Eleven months have passed, I consumed 11 pairs of shoes, I ran about 6500 km and I missed two training sessions around the periodo.Ho awareness of 'you have done everything perfectly and I can not blame niente.Il Time has taught me that in this race over legs and head are two other factors that make a difference, I am calm and I learned to have PAZIENZA.Io and BE MY ALLEATI.Durante use them ... all this time many people have endured and supportato.I two martyrs are my coach, always ready for dialogue at any time of day and my sister's family Rita.Con my odd hours for training I made them go crazy behind Starmie between lunch and dinner ... but they are my first tifosi.Chi supported me? Many, many people forget that almost certainly, what I regret and I scuso.La my company, Reggio's Event which sponsored my trip and I always told my coach to fianco.Già Vincenzo Esposito, a grande.Antonio Tallarita , my discoverer who live in Reggio Emilia has been my lighthouse, my mark in the "mare nostrum" of preparazione.Tutti Facebook friends, great and always ready with kind words to cheer for me, following me in all my adventures ... FANTASTICI.Sono sure I can do well and I am conscious of being forte.GRAZIE ALL ... Meanwhile, the pain in the pelvis ... ... 11.40 am from the speaker's voice announces the station the train for Milan, we see that Cyrus looks up from the monitor, close the laptop and prepare for partenza.VAI SAMPLE AND HAVE FUN, I'm a fan TE.SIAMO convinced that there DELUDERAI.MIGLIAIA LEGS OF RACE WITH YOU, heart palpitations HUNDREDS OF YOU TO OUR INCITEMENT push you '. CONQUER SPARTA!

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Long live the king! A River Dream

We are so attracted to the power to kill the person most dear to us or disown the name of our family. Why are we so attracted to something that you can not touch? Or eat? Power is never shared, who distributes it to those who hold stronger screaming his name, "Long live the king!" and the populace while waiting for his death behind a tent. The death then as the only true peacemaker anime.

To satisfy certain types of thirst some people are prepared for anything.
No matter how long you want to thirsty sooner or later the stimulus ends. There will always be new needs that can not satisfy the thirst and grow and everything will remain unfinished. There will always be new ideas but not because of their commitment to appropriate the ideas of others remain in a corner and stir. Dry and uninterested in their true nature hidden like snakes among our dearest friends.

The spirit that dwells in those fertile bodies of all envy is destined to vanish.

Everyone lives within their own comfort zone, more or less colorful but sooner or later each of us will emerge and will look out and moments of terror, moments of terrible real life.

baffles me the contrast between this apparent by all the world as rational thought and a body full of need, complexity and contradictions.
The tragedy in recent years become one occasion, though still little used, to reflect on the fragility, loneliness and the limits of human nature beyond any circostanza.Cosa happened to the reality of our lives? Humanity is not something that man but it is something that man should fight every time to possess

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"from herons to eagles" ... a walk along 112.3 km.

"from herons to eagles" may seem a novel out of the pen "adventurer" of the writer Wilbur Smith is actually a particular track event relay which connects, as they say in Reggio Emilia, "the Low Apennines. "This event promoted by Giuliano Maini, president of Running Biasola, with the collaboration of Uisp specifically intended to unite symbolically the end of the province of Reggio Emilia from north to south along this path (of return) that" mountain, towards the middle of last century, performed after coming down to walk with their animals full of chestnuts to be exchanged for wheat and sand, the latter helping to build their abitazioni.Quest 'years, responding to the great Antonio Tallarico, National twenty-four hours and only to have it fully running, I joined, of apprima with some hesitation and then with growing enthusiasm this event which saw among the starters other world class athletes in dell'ultramaratona. People who do not need presentation, however, is right, proper and respectful name it: Andrea Accorsi, among other good writer, winner of twenty twenty-four hours a week of racing in Germany; Barchetti Monica, one hundred kilometers of national, who is returning from injury and that he needed to put miles in his legs; Vedilei Enrico, former international, who was also a "character" nothing wrong with its more than three hundred calls "ultra" in the legs, Antonio Tallarico, National briefcase, decorated to the latest World and European where he also improved its self on distanza.I my doubts about participating in this event were due to the fact that he could not leave residue can be easily absorbed in the mind and legs on a race I will take two hundred forty-six km in less than a mese.Dubbi then chased from having talked to my coach, and with Tallarita Vedilei who have much more experience than me and most have already run the event for which parteciperò.Alla end I am convinced that in a group run at a pace not much faster for my royalties for the right but could be a good Spartathlon test.La special time of departure, the 00.00, then fed the curiosity and fascination increased This traversata.Prendere off into the night, through the various countries while everyone is asleep, seeing the sun rise behind the Bismantova, mentioned by Dante in one of his most famous writings is a very coinvolgente.L 'adventure departs on Friday afternoon at the home of Tallarita ultramaratoneti where they gather and where there is organization of a van to take him to the streets in Bentivoglio Gualtieri.Serata full of good humor and a great pasta party. Get a little 'photos with the Assessor and a few local television cameras by Peter margins which goes a special thanks for his work always accurate and that margins will be with us professionale.Lo along the route ready behind a corner, above a low wall, lurking behind a hill with his camera to capture the highlights of the race, our tired faces and our smorfie.Verso the twenty-three and fifteen will set off for Lido Po, a town that will see the start of the race there in that beautiful women go to nightclubs and the mosquitoes eat us alive that we start the usual pre-race rituals and fill the flask of water from the Po and then the arrival Cerreto would have drained into lago.Scocca midnight, the dark see the light a new day full of energy and full of speranza.Parte staffetta.Tutti in the group, compact in the direction of Reggio Emilia, there is so much fun, we laugh at jokes Fabio friend's (the other athlete who will run the entire route), we talk about everything ... The night is long. The first refreshments follow each other, the first few hours pass quickly and the group of departing coaches on some salt before returning to competition after a few kilometers or some ora.Stiamo to arrive in Bologna Lentina when I come off a touch, I stop the ambulance, put it back up and recover the lost ground compared to altri.Si arrive in Piazza Tricolore, in the city center, we ride around the spectacular new fountain with its water colored by the lights makes the night cupa.Di less travel from the center you arrive in Piazza Prampolini, home to the town of Citta 'Tricolore.Qui of a man lying on the ground next to his bike with his eyes wide open is immersed in his world, who knows what he thinks ... We go from the heart of the city and we bring to the periferia.Rivalta, Puianello, Vezzano on Crostolo.Mi realize that there is no longer my friend Henry, unfortunately had to retire because of high humidity and that I was sorry veramente.Gli encounters with strange characters continue, three young men in street clothes off you go to our prejudice in underwear and barefoot run about three hundred yards along with us with their girlfriends photographed smiling and taking it all .... Well ???!!! The road from the city was uphill starts to become more dura.Mi wrap on my headphones, listening to my music and singing my songs maybe even bother giving it to someone. Darkness and silence enveloped the streets, the same way that when we drove along the light of days seem to have another dress, seem to tell me other things, seem to end più.Passano the miles, the athletes take turns in the race, still resist the course of five that have all chilometri.La Monica decides to stay a bit ', it is right so, will return later to run the hardest part of the course and will be a real pleasure to see you climb very well on these curves is coming back ... PIU 'FORTE DI PRIMA.La night now is to leave space at dawn. You get to Casina, the slopes become very "sharp" for the slope, the length and also by the number of miles corsi.Andrea already decided to stop at this point a bit, 'he resumed with the most difficult part of tracciato.Un couple of times I tempted to stop and then resume later, but friends make me refrain from doing so and I avanti.Ormai the sun is high and another good character we meet a guy ... kneels in front of us with a beer in his hand and yells at us "you guys so much esteem", in my estimate more than the bottle in his hand. It also stops Antonio for a problem that affected him since time, he will return later with sandals instead of a restaurant from which scarpe.Arriviamo'll start out again in only four, the rise does not end mai.Qui I realize that the support of the left foot is not equal to the right, something wrong, try to understand if the cause of the road may be bumpy, some muscle "that goes on about his business" or no longer in the basin asse.Stringo teeth but do not give up, I set a goal at every turn and then finally away from the new restaurant, I reached him and I drink my cup of tea followed by another sparkling water as opposed to Fabio who eats everything including the pizza he brought from home. You are in riparte.Ormai Cervarezza, also have returned friends who were first arrested, is again a good group, a little 'and here we are suffering ... Busana you arrive in downtown Collagna where we trust the local exchange saluti.Da hereafter c' only to arrive at 1230 meters Cerreto laghi.La road with its hairpin turns that tighten the mountain in a suffocating embrace, seems to be our enemy, along with Tallarita the run without walking slowly però.Giuliano Mainini who raced less miles of us and then slows down very often fresher and joins us, encourages us and gives us information on the presence refreshments .. its really important at this point of the path. We arrive at another restaurant, the other Athletes who are stopped and have now realized that I addeti Fabio and we will applaud us and encourages us all to run. It 's all very bello.Ripartiamo last pit stop and we arrive ... "Now over the pass is" someone says, well if top of the hill is to make two more miles uphill and then three hundred yards straight, then we top of the hill, but 'how strange brow, ahahah.Mancano hundred meters to the finish, we bring Fabio and I leading the pack and pass the finish line between the happy feast general and in the streets you hear my cry liberatorio.A this point to storm the final refreshment, drink a little 'and a few minutes after I eat half a pie, fruit and the many biscotti.Tra that make me compliments, many ask me a question: "You have over one hundred and twelve kilometers and three hundred meters away without ever eat, you just drank, how did you do?" I have dwelt too much in response to the question I simply said that it is usual in fact there are scientific facts behind and very long by a system spiegare.Mi po'il look, and then immediately release un'interivista television at the restaurant for lunch insieme.All all 'inside of us is given a local diploma with the location and the number of mileage here and I thank his friend Fabio tutti.Si ends with greetings to friends and returns home with the knowledge of having done a bell'allenamento and that the work done to date is perfect in the time and manner and what I can only thank my coach Vincenzino Esposito.Fisicamente I finished the game well, I got to try the gel that I will use 'in Greece and who are really Booster utili.Vorrei remember that the organizers adhere to a proposal by Andrea Accorsi have donated part of the proceeds all'AISLA, Italian Association of amyotrophic lateral sclerosis and this was a very nice gesture!