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According to post on the subject, pending the conclusion of the trilogy with a reflection on the materials, inspired by Orzowei comment: even and especially the jokes stimulate thought.

Sunday morning to give up non-competitive (but nice) in Montorio, Verona to feel a bit 'up and down stairs and in the city. At the moment the form is not the best but getting better, just to repeat, and I choose a path not too long: in the end will change for 16km and 450m of altitude, enhanced by a substantial number of steps.

Parto calmly almost empty stomach (this is also part of training) and consistent with a ballast to fill the large carrier (even this is part of).

Heating of three kilometers and then the climb begins, almost all asphalt and cobblestones, since I decided to wear shoes and not asphalt trail. Evidence that is not the best offering me early the need to walk up ramps that ran a few months ago without even trying too hard, no problem, everything is normal. In the path I had drawn in mind also climbed a small road that I missed, damn me for this carelessness sorbirimi I had a stretch of state-Valdonega Verona. Not that there is much traffic, but there is much better to run. Meeting the convenience of the descent on tarmac: after so many trails, they can run without fear of imminent scavigliata fun. Back in town and I get to Castel San Pietro, using the stairs. Long and steep, with steps up and down: another place of testing and repeated that full travel without special cares and asked me that yesterday the bill to pass. A road closed compels me to a few more hundred meters on the state, and then cycle back to house.

The second part is more suited to my ideas of the first urban trail, not a constant climb, but a series of very short steep climbs and dives with and without steps. I've missed the ford, but the South is a bit 'and I prefer to rely on large bridges.

Path absolutely improved, but to find new ways need to even try. I have already identified a couple of detours to get more, increase the miles and all nervous, look to improve the form and then I throw it. Maybe add some path and avoid repeating cycle of two kilometers. But not bad, this urban trail: in my little head I'm drawing a nice long Veronese, with departure and arrival from the front door. Try it before Lyon.

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inspired by the events of my next race to report on these lines is a nice way, I believe, to run. That 's what the title means the Urban Trail.

This morning I completed the registration to Lyon Urban Trail: 38km and 1700m (!) In altitude to discover the most wild that anyone having seen me has described as a beautiful city. The site of the race here . It was an event that last year I only watched from a distance, too close all'Ecotrail of Paris, this year it's up to him who knows not the beginning of a French alternation. What is Urban Trail? Look for off-road in a city, up and down steep stairs, jump over bridges, even ford rivers, cross parks, scenic spots touch.

An idea like this also moves the perfect organization of the TA in Venice and has also been proposed in Cesena, as told here friend, and a trail of blogs, MiticoJane. I see this course as a wonderful meeting point between road and trail and continue to explore vigorously. On the other hand, my workouts are anything Verona Urban Trail: the difference in hourly labor commitment Trentino (again God bless HIM ), the desire to spend more time with my amazing women (but without sacrificing passion) that I strongly recommended, and I gladly accepted.

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of Umberto and I am not speaking of his latest book (which I have not read), but the phenomenon that - Wikipedia docet - in physics and acoustics defines the reflection of sound waves with an obstacle et cetera. In my last post I talked about Karst, as I do for some time I linked it all on Facebook. Well, this time (I think the first one) FB comments, in person and via SMS exceeded those on the blog. For some time I started to realize that when I tell you something about me to friends or acquaintances with whom I feel I do not have frequent contact to answer "I know," I think to myself, 'How are you doing? ", Then I remember many lines of type in here and I answer.

When I started "BlogdiCaio" I did it mainly because I was tired of the constraints relating to what I write for work. I wanted to recover the pleasure to fuck a bit 'with the words. Then I'm really into, especially after I began to know that there were those who read. Difficult for someone to write for himself alone, particularly if the public does, so readers have stimulated me. In particular, I liked that my best friend Chris used this place to get a lot of things, all in all very light, that distance does not allow us to share more in front of a beer. Then the run from a fun hobby became a passion, a part of me, and tell me increasingly concerned. I write anything by way 'of personal diary (like this), something basketball. Then came books ... do the math and realize that being here on ticking on the keys is becoming increasingly significant.

For the rest ... week of very mild stroke, due to work ( God bless HIM! ) and want to be with Clare and Mateja. The commitment to change a city, decide for the best and without too much time available. A couple of books not so interesting as to merit a post (though I have an upcoming tribute to Bill Bryson). The beginning of the second phase of the Euroleague with a disputed victory in Ljubljana in Rome ...

but today I was going to stop the sound waves that are reflected on the screens of all of you who read my blog.

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Background. Friday afternoon. I'm reading and ruminating over the words of one of my guru historiographical, Nathalie Zemon Davis. They are there on the piece, lovely concentrated, when the fair warning ringtone sms draws my attention. You Gianmarco, Gorizia trailer I met at the TA Isonzo Karst (even though he was ill and did not progress). He read on Facebook that the weekend I go back to visit relatives and will run on the Carso. I propose an exit together, I enthusiastically accepted.

Organization. There is one problem though: on Sunday for me is already marked by visits to friends and family, hard to subvert the established order. Pushing up the crazy idea to leave at dawn, Gianmarco seems likely. I'm on the train that will take me from Trento (with only one change!) To Monfalcone and another warning comes on the phone: and Raphael, a friend of Gianni, her well known at the TA Isonzo Karst (even though he was ill and did not course). Proposed on Saturday instead of Sunday best, the morning is free, I agree even more enthusiastic. Ah, how nice to hear the surf of the long trail of a self-sufficient. Find out only when setting times and places output that Raffaella has sacrificed his race: Saturday she can not and must refrain in my favor - thank you very much, Raffaella!

F act. Saturday morning we find ourselves, Gianmarco and I, at the end of the path 79: Medeazza to leave a car and the other to the point of departure, Gabri. Here is a healthy Raffaella, a photo and let us go. Gianmarco suggested to me, in fact, 79: I do not know a path that runs along the border and Slovene-Italian border with a little jump. To read the paper seems to be a simple line that even a child would know to follow fast Karst blindfolded, of course not. Especially the first 5 km are truly a maze of streets that cross, intersect, they stop and we understand very little, I queued to Gianmarco and only thanks to him, without too much loss and some among thorns slalom completed the first part . Beyond the difficulties of navigation, however amusing, is a bell'andare: it starts with a tough climb (walk), then proceed up the narrow street, the bottom is typical karst rocks that outcrop, wet leaves, wet earth ; family in its irregularity. After the first 5 km and 79 is done (not always, eh) scored more and more recognizable. Trenches, stalking, memories of the Great War. Progressed quiet so as not to deny us a pleasant chat and continues. Let the boundary that a few years ago to block the path. It is a race that looks very much to the mountain: I have to pay attention to the ankles. We reach a peak karst (Monte Kremenjak), below us, the Gulf of Monfalcone is fully covered by the fog descend steep beautiful as usual me and I'll take it easy and safe (will I ever learn to fall more safely?). It's really funny: After the Ride Karst is my first ride in the hills "at home" and is also the longest since 2011 in this very calm. Eventually we arrive at Medeazza after 15 miles and change of Karst 2:20 a.m. '. The pace set by Gianmarco is great for me to climb slowly and almost always in step, is looser where corribile but without forcing.

Conclusion. is taking some 'time before I was able to return by the parties of the Sacred, but when I do I am happy to be able to count on a good trail company. Next time though I try to give a reasonable notice, because Raffaella must run with us, and never knows someone that does not add the cheerful brigade. Long live the Carso, long live the spirit of the Trail Autogestito. And if in the future, taken a little 'training, there was also clear ... would be much closer to perfection.