"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!
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