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The Running of the "Santas"

Sunday morning ... at long last, finally a nice non-competitive. Organized by the group of "Verona Marathon", the Christmas Run from Piazza Bra (the Arena, for instance), very close to our house. The price of registration - charity - includes a good Santa costume. Chiara and I wake up early, take back the costumes, stuck a hat theme in the stroller and returned home (comfort power of logistics) to wait for the right time without taking too much cold.

cold is not so sharp, so close to home = change clothes. We'll be tanned for walking: walking boots-icing-on-pavement, nice and heavy batteries and costumone. At 9.30 we are prepared under the banner of departure and a two wags unconscious in the middle of a crowd of Santas.

Clare began to joke: "I do not want to get behind other strollers, eh. " We start as always trooped to step happens in the Sunday, then already that the road widening ... "We do a few running steps", but yes, come on. I begin to push and corricchiare. Funny, but ... step called step

Steps for the stroller quite heavy, pass through the shoulder thermal bottle "just in case", go for boots, wool socks for the walk, walk for the costume, walk to the cotton T-shirt that I feel pretty rotten ... what precisely is hard to bear is the beard padding: cola sweat, the cotton sticks, but we are at the Running of the Santas and the beard can not be disconnected.

Bivio 5 / 10 km, we turn to the 5: The path is very familiar - we are dangerously aware that until the sidewalk is pretty wide, though sometimes frozen: there is little you can do is run, careful not to slip

The few strollers are well back (who is not only to us, so it would be insane to run?), I stop to tuck in the blanket and Clare Mateja, mamma sensible and prudent approaches to say, "Mateja, this is time wasted for nothing." Mah I think maybe my beautiful, as they say in Trieste "no x-bubble", then just the little rise of Castelvecchio to make leap the trailer that is in me: the road goes and I can not help but take ... God makes them and then pairing them, and those not happy, you play as well!

Now we get: Mateja between sleep and perplexity, Chiara between satisfaction and fat laugh I dripping from his beard and the pride of father / husband.
clear victory Strollers (three? Four?). I fear that we have been over 6 'at km. Bad, very bad ...

Beyond this silly-serious story: very good to see how many people greeted us smiling at us and our stroller busy, very nice to be photographed and healthy, very nice not to be blamed for altered parenting by any of the Santas.

As we had fun!