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Wednesday, September 2, 2009
Schematic 12v Smart Charger
Open for the 2010 Treviso Marathon
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Saturday, April 4, 2009
How To Builda 14ft Boat
Chronicle of a marathon wet (first part)
forecast for several days were clear: the 6th marathon Treviso was wet. And so it was.
The rain started falling Saturday afternoon and has contributed to the nervousness. Nervousness started for a nagging back pain that I carried out a few days and fortunately Luca has managed to pass myself off with a massage.
But let's get to Sunday. Being the last Sunday in March, you must move the clock back one hour. I do not know how long to wait now. Maybe forever. But I never really tried. I've always done other sports, the most classic. Today, however, 33 years old, I find myself realize his dream of a lifetime. Running a marathon. Running for 42 km and 195 meters ..... Talking with friends, when it turns out that I would do a marathon, I get up at 6 in the morning to go running before going to work, or tease me, or think they are all crazy.
Well, if that were true today, March 29, 2009, here at Vittorio Veneto, there are 3500 nuts, which are even more mad because it rains. And even more rain in Treviso, at least so says the speaker. But here we are: Massimo, Marco, me and 3497 other people. Others seem that crazy 3497 even more so today because they use for shelter from the rain of all: I attached a bag of garbage with a hole for the head and two arms. Marco equal to me, but its not lying. Maximus, however, only a hole for the face, everything else is inside the bag.
Fortunately it does not rain a lot, now at 9.30. On the other hand we are closed inside the cages. When I read that in the regulation needed to enter the cages by 9:30 am, I was expecting something more like a zoo, but they are just fences.
Meanwhile time passes, and the rain does not penetrate beyond my bag of garbage. Someone begins to undress ... space for stretching there. And even if there were, I would not do, I believe, are too busy to look around. A look at the other 3500 people who are there like me. Every now and chat with fellow adventurers and then the decision to leave Mark a more cautious pace, along with Massimo.
recent months of training were used to set the pace: 5'20 "at km. Marco and Massimo will begin running at 5'40" at this point it is better to throw yourself at your own pace or run helped by comrades ?
I made the wrong choice, one that I regret in times of difficulty. A few minutes away from Massimo that makes us all join hands for the ultimate good luck.
From there follow different compaction of the group, moves forward a few feet. Is about to begin, so many thoughts are in my mind that does not remember them. My wife and children there will be no arrival because of the time. Ditto for my parents and several friends ... but maybe someone will make me a surprise. Surely the 35 km mark that will be my father in law with the civil defense on the course.
And the race begins, we start up of the group is large. I take off my bag of garbage, throw it to the curb, hitting someone, I'm afraid, but I'm not sure. The farewell to classmates and then immediately hunt for my pacer, or rather my pacer because there are three people I can follow to get there on time arrival. With their white balloons already deflated before leaving. Pass under the bill of departure (almost 1 minute after the start, but I'll find out only after several hours). Arms up when the photographer shot from just then. And then I start to see something that I did not expect, that I had not thought about how I had heard the forecast that we would progress under the water: the public. There were people who came there to see us leave. With an umbrella, roadside, to incite. They clapped their hands to us.
We were trained for months to that day, we had paid out weeks in advance, we had the medical examination to be there. But they? They could stay at home on dry land, perhaps even in bed. Instead, they were on board road to clap.
If I could I would beat them hands all the way: we were not good ones, but they, to be there.
And then I found that fatigue was not to accompany me throughout the race, but the emotions. Emotions emanating from that audience clapped her hands wet, bathing even more. Screaming almost voiceless.
Several times I almost burst into tears ... I have not felt these emotions often, and I never thought to try them in a race.
In any event, the race continues and the pacer waits for no one, and rightly so. The road is wide, but in the first round, after less than a mile, we must find a way to not be crushed. We are many, many really goes on. Overtake on all sides: every time you open a small step and puts you to gain a few yards to the pacer.
My body starts to not like the clothing: tank top technology, technical long sleeve shirt and jacket breathable rain. I'm hot and sweat. Not good. Pull up your sleeves, then pull down, then lowered the zipper of the jacket: it rains a lot but there is so wet. I'm pretty worried. I remember the advice of Max not to dress too, and I regret it: this will be the only time I'll regret clothing. As soon as that car is amazing that the human body adjusts itself, I'm fine and I am glad to have a minimum of protection rain. Meanwhile
passed the first mile, we are still in Vittorio Veneto. There is still public, not much, but makes itself felt and the emotions that grow have to smother. Sometimes I recognize the road that made hundreds of times to go to the mountains from my grandfather.
Then we take towards Treviso, of course: I know not, but I did sometimes. The miles go by, and I start to struggle. Yet I run behind the pacer. I ask my neighbor, equipped with Garmin 305 (which envy) how we are doing: forecast to close in 3h30 '. 3h30 '?? Already the first mile in less than 5 minutes and the next two little slower. It was probably in the plans of the pacer from a little 'stronger or in the first few kilometers there is little to be done and you can go where you stick to the rhythm of the river runners allows you to do. In each case the rate drops, I think 6 minutes the fourth or fifth mile, then stabilizes around the 5'15 ".
Without thinking I find myself at the first refreshment: only liquids, no solids. I'm not thirsty, and are sufficiently wet ... but whoever is intending a little 'know that you still eat and drink at every opportunity. So I take my water bottle and start drinking a run. It' s more that comes from the mouth than that that goes: I do not want to lose the pacer so do not slow down to drink.
The first few miles have passed quickly. absently listening to the conversations runners near me, I think a lot of training that only one in the rain. I do a checkup of my body and I feel the left knee "strange": I feel almost bloated. Every now and then touching the other knee and I look to see if the swelling is known and visible, however, everything seems normal. LIKELY is all suggestion.
control back: no problem. The massage Luca yesterday afternoon was truly a miracle.
At 7.5 km there is the sponge: to see a lot of laughing and joking with those who proposed the sponges and I think the blog of a marathon runner who raced last year. There was a very hot and several people were hurt today that there is no risk, but perhaps it is better so that with the sun that kitchen.
I wake from my thoughts and I am afraid of losing the pacer, but they are there before, now my legs have not memorized the pace and unlikely to change. But it lacks one: lack of a pacer. That's why there are three, because they are also human beings. And like all too stop to pee recovering the group without strain.
are many of us to run a quell'andatura, we are still so many. The public reads out the timing of balloons: Most people think that just does not understand the meaning. But do the fans and keep up morale. They give an incredible charge.
I'm running a marathon ... the dream of a lifetime, now nobody can stop me. Sometimes I feel strong and I would also increase, sometimes the rain increased and I feel to slow down and wait for Marco.
I talk to a boy of Cervia, also with 305. That morning he and his friend did not hear the alarm and have missed the train to Vittorio Veneto. We take the company until the arrival in Conegliano: there the rest between us but I searched and monitored throughout the race it's always been there before me, until a few kilometers from. 
forecast for several days were clear: the 6th marathon Treviso was wet. And so it was.
The rain started falling Saturday afternoon and has contributed to the nervousness. Nervousness started for a nagging back pain that I carried out a few days and fortunately Luca has managed to pass myself off with a massage.
But let's get to Sunday. Being the last Sunday in March, you must move the clock back one hour. I do not know how long to wait now. Maybe forever. But I never really tried. I've always done other sports, the most classic. Today, however, 33 years old, I find myself realize his dream of a lifetime. Running a marathon. Running for 42 km and 195 meters ..... Talking with friends, when it turns out that I would do a marathon, I get up at 6 in the morning to go running before going to work, or tease me, or think they are all crazy.
Well, if that were true today, March 29, 2009, here at Vittorio Veneto, there are 3500 nuts, which are even more mad because it rains. And even more rain in Treviso, at least so says the speaker. But here we are: Massimo, Marco, me and 3497 other people. Others seem that crazy 3497 even more so today because they use for shelter from the rain of all: I attached a bag of garbage with a hole for the head and two arms. Marco equal to me, but its not lying. Maximus, however, only a hole for the face, everything else is inside the bag.
Fortunately it does not rain a lot, now at 9.30. On the other hand we are closed inside the cages. When I read that in the regulation needed to enter the cages by 9:30 am, I was expecting something more like a zoo, but they are just fences.
Meanwhile time passes, and the rain does not penetrate beyond my bag of garbage. Someone begins to undress ... space for stretching there. And even if there were, I would not do, I believe, are too busy to look around. A look at the other 3500 people who are there like me. Every now and chat with fellow adventurers and then the decision to leave Mark a more cautious pace, along with Massimo.
recent months of training were used to set the pace: 5'20 "at km. Marco and Massimo will begin running at 5'40" at this point it is better to throw yourself at your own pace or run helped by comrades ?
I made the wrong choice, one that I regret in times of difficulty. A few minutes away from Massimo that makes us all join hands for the ultimate good luck.
From there follow different compaction of the group, moves forward a few feet. Is about to begin, so many thoughts are in my mind that does not remember them. My wife and children there will be no arrival because of the time. Ditto for my parents and several friends ... but maybe someone will make me a surprise. Surely the 35 km mark that will be my father in law with the civil defense on the course.
And the race begins, we start up of the group is large. I take off my bag of garbage, throw it to the curb, hitting someone, I'm afraid, but I'm not sure. The farewell to classmates and then immediately hunt for my pacer, or rather my pacer because there are three people I can follow to get there on time arrival. With their white balloons already deflated before leaving. Pass under the bill of departure (almost 1 minute after the start, but I'll find out only after several hours). Arms up when the photographer shot from just then. And then I start to see something that I did not expect, that I had not thought about how I had heard the forecast that we would progress under the water: the public. There were people who came there to see us leave. With an umbrella, roadside, to incite. They clapped their hands to us.
We were trained for months to that day, we had paid out weeks in advance, we had the medical examination to be there. But they? They could stay at home on dry land, perhaps even in bed. Instead, they were on board road to clap.
If I could I would beat them hands all the way: we were not good ones, but they, to be there.
And then I found that fatigue was not to accompany me throughout the race, but the emotions. Emotions emanating from that audience clapped her hands wet, bathing even more. Screaming almost voiceless.
Several times I almost burst into tears ... I have not felt these emotions often, and I never thought to try them in a race.
In any event, the race continues and the pacer waits for no one, and rightly so. The road is wide, but in the first round, after less than a mile, we must find a way to not be crushed. We are many, many really goes on. Overtake on all sides: every time you open a small step and puts you to gain a few yards to the pacer.
My body starts to not like the clothing: tank top technology, technical long sleeve shirt and jacket breathable rain. I'm hot and sweat. Not good. Pull up your sleeves, then pull down, then lowered the zipper of the jacket: it rains a lot but there is so wet. I'm pretty worried. I remember the advice of Max not to dress too, and I regret it: this will be the only time I'll regret clothing. As soon as that car is amazing that the human body adjusts itself, I'm fine and I am glad to have a minimum of protection rain. Meanwhile
passed the first mile, we are still in Vittorio Veneto. There is still public, not much, but makes itself felt and the emotions that grow have to smother. Sometimes I recognize the road that made hundreds of times to go to the mountains from my grandfather.
Then we take towards Treviso, of course: I know not, but I did sometimes. The miles go by, and I start to struggle. Yet I run behind the pacer. I ask my neighbor, equipped with Garmin 305 (which envy) how we are doing: forecast to close in 3h30 '. 3h30 '?? Already the first mile in less than 5 minutes and the next two little slower. It was probably in the plans of the pacer from a little 'stronger or in the first few kilometers there is little to be done and you can go where you stick to the rhythm of the river runners allows you to do. In each case the rate drops, I think 6 minutes the fourth or fifth mile, then stabilizes around the 5'15 ".
Without thinking I find myself at the first refreshment: only liquids, no solids. I'm not thirsty, and are sufficiently wet ... but whoever is intending a little 'know that you still eat and drink at every opportunity. So I take my water bottle and start drinking a run. It' s more that comes from the mouth than that that goes: I do not want to lose the pacer so do not slow down to drink.
The first few miles have passed quickly. absently listening to the conversations runners near me, I think a lot of training that only one in the rain. I do a checkup of my body and I feel the left knee "strange": I feel almost bloated. Every now and then touching the other knee and I look to see if the swelling is known and visible, however, everything seems normal. LIKELY is all suggestion.
control back: no problem. The massage Luca yesterday afternoon was truly a miracle.
At 7.5 km there is the sponge: to see a lot of laughing and joking with those who proposed the sponges and I think the blog of a marathon runner who raced last year. There was a very hot and several people were hurt today that there is no risk, but perhaps it is better so that with the sun that kitchen.
I wake from my thoughts and I am afraid of losing the pacer, but they are there before, now my legs have not memorized the pace and unlikely to change. But it lacks one: lack of a pacer. That's why there are three, because they are also human beings. And like all too stop to pee recovering the group without strain.
are many of us to run a quell'andatura, we are still so many. The public reads out the timing of balloons: Most people think that just does not understand the meaning. But do the fans and keep up morale. They give an incredible charge.
I'm running a marathon ... the dream of a lifetime, now nobody can stop me. Sometimes I feel strong and I would also increase, sometimes the rain increased and I feel to slow down and wait for Marco.
I talk to a boy of Cervia, also with 305. That morning he and his friend did not hear the alarm and have missed the train to Vittorio Veneto. We take the company until the arrival in Conegliano: there the rest between us but I searched and monitored throughout the race it's always been there before me, until a few kilometers from.
Sunday, March 29, 2009
Protein And Bloody Noses
03:42:13 better than all expectations
Reference to the coming days with a full account of this great and tiring day. 
Reference to the coming days with a full account of this great and tiring day.
Tuesday, March 24, 2009
Lumineyes Laser Oogkleur
workouts are finished ....
After 780 km of racing over 18 hours and 20 minutes, I today concluded the last workout for the Treviso Marathon 2009.
My physical condition is excellent, high spirits .... but the weather forecast is not favorable.
We feel after the marathon .... by the way, the goal would be under 3 hours and 45 minutes, but being my first marathon, the important thing is to get and be able to go to work Monday afternoon. 
After 780 km of racing over 18 hours and 20 minutes, I today concluded the last workout for the Treviso Marathon 2009.
My physical condition is excellent, high spirits .... but the weather forecast is not favorable.
We feel after the marathon .... by the way, the goal would be under 3 hours and 45 minutes, but being my first marathon, the important thing is to get and be able to go to work Monday afternoon.
Curch Anniversary Speeches
The countdown has begun
Departure scheduled for 9:45 on March 29, 2009.
currently lacking: days
Or: hours
Or: minutes. 
Departure scheduled for 9:45 on March 29, 2009.
currently lacking: days
Or: hours
Or: minutes.
Wednesday, March 11, 2009
Red & White Italian Tableclothes
The examination is passed
missing 17 days to the marathon and all the paperwork was done.
The knee is improving. 
missing 17 days to the marathon and all the paperwork was done.
The knee is improving.
Monday, March 9, 2009
Blood In Phlegm, Sore Throat
Without listing
Despite continuing discomfort in the knee, today is Mark and I have signed up to the Treviso Marathon 2009. We then learned that Massimo has done: last year, for various reasons, all three of us had to jump, but this year will be different .....; P 
Despite continuing discomfort in the knee, today is Mark and I have signed up to the Treviso Marathon 2009. We then learned that Massimo has done: last year, for various reasons, all three of us had to jump, but this year will be different .....; P
Sunday, March 8, 2009
Natomm Gay Southampton
Completed the fifth long
By now I have completed the fifth and last long preparation Treviso Marathon in 2009.
Today, 32.7 km in 5'36 ": more than 3 hours of racing, I've never run so much. But it went well, even a small extension in the last mile.
the evening a bit 'wrong knee I was awakened bad memories of last year, we hope it's nothing.
only flaw of the day, Marco sold after 27-28km for some discomfort in the knee steps ..... hopefully soon. 
By now I have completed the fifth and last long preparation Treviso Marathon in 2009.
Today, 32.7 km in 5'36 ": more than 3 hours of racing, I've never run so much. But it went well, even a small extension in the last mile.
the evening a bit 'wrong knee I was awakened bad memories of last year, we hope it's nothing.
only flaw of the day, Marco sold after 27-28km for some discomfort in the knee steps ..... hopefully soon.
Monday, January 26, 2009
Cute Dog Birthday Sayinsg
The second is long done!
Facts 2 long 5.
Without the two long close, without serious physical consequences ... hopefully for good.
Once again Mark and I were launched into a long, the second of five scheduled to arrive at the Treviso Marathon March 29 2009.
little desire both, but in the end we achieved our goal. Before
10 miles around beautiful fountains, and then Restera direction. Compared with last Sunday we arrived in Restera an hour later and there was a bit 'over the move ... other "gentlemen" who were training. It's always a pleasure to meet people with the same passion ... and probably for the same purpose.
I made less effort of 20 km of last week, despite the same time per kilometer.
Next steps:
Saturday, February 7: 27-28km
Sunday, February 22: 30km
Sunday, March 8: 34km (maybe around the base of the Montello). 
Facts 2 long 5.
Without the two long close, without serious physical consequences ... hopefully for good.
Once again Mark and I were launched into a long, the second of five scheduled to arrive at the Treviso Marathon March 29 2009.
little desire both, but in the end we achieved our goal. Before
10 miles around beautiful fountains, and then Restera direction. Compared with last Sunday we arrived in Restera an hour later and there was a bit 'over the move ... other "gentlemen" who were training. It's always a pleasure to meet people with the same passion ... and probably for the same purpose.
I made less effort of 20 km of last week, despite the same time per kilometer.
Next steps:
Saturday, February 7: 27-28km
Sunday, February 22: 30km
Sunday, March 8: 34km (maybe around the base of the Montello).
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