Not that I ever stopped loving the ride, but recently cases of life forced me to neglect it a bit ', because of urgent and necessary chores, such as work and family commitments. Enrico Pollini
So when he invited me to this event the only thing I could think was: "I hope to be free that day." I marked on the agenda, I also clocked my better half and months have passed. Every now and then came
an email update , a scan of newspaper articles in recent days, however there was also some grumbling in the Forum was Spiritotrail , but nothing that really had ridestato in me la curiosità o la voglia di correre un ultratrail , al limite provavo un po' d’ansia per il mediocre stato di forma...
È sabato sera, ho liquidato il lavoro in orario decente ma ho ancora una montagna di cose da fare per la TCE e devo preparare la borsa...
Con la tecnologia degli orologi non ho proprio confidenza e la sveglia non suona. Fortuna vuole che io apra gli occhi lo stesso a mattino presto vedendo filtrare un po’ di luce biancastra dalle fessure delle tapparelle. Mi preparo alla svelta e scendo in strada ad attendere il buon Fabio che mi darà un passaggio.
Ci troviamo a metà strada anche con Davide, quindi coi veneziani, infine giungiamo a destination for the car park and walk from there to the point of departure: the drawing room of Vicenza, the squares in which it stands one of the jewels of architecture most famous in the world, the Palladian Basilica.
We meet everyone, hugs and kisses, four ciacole " and coffee, then you go on in the study of Henry to change and prepare.
Wear bib, and above all the same shirt for the occasion. Here's the emotion that goes. Now there is all the trepidation trail for a great adventure and to go together: 17 bright yellow shirts and 2 beautiful Dog is coming to South to address the spectacular view of Mount eighteenth Berico . We go through a rusty gate, and soon after I realize I've turned the corner to be out of the present civilization to enter into a timeless dimension, dreaming perhaps, a timeless bubble in which nature and man are not the nature of man which are used.
ULTRABERICUS is not the name of a trail, but that there is an island.
Woods abandoned with blown down trees, patches of impenetrable thorn bushes , wild animals fleeing light going up the slopes, the feathers of owls sparpagliate sui sassi, infide rocce verdi e rocce riarse da millenni di sole, memorie di litorali erosi da oceani antichi, cenge albine, placche scoscese, passaggi fra rovi e grotte in cui gli avi hanno trovato rifugio e pregato i loro spiriti, capanne di sassi, di rami e di fango, scoline disegnate da mani sapienti, il mistero d’un lago inaspettato, e ancora ville, parchi e filari…
Eccoci all’ultima discesa, la scalinata dell’arco di trionfo, oltre il quale c’è di nuovo la città. Gli ultimi flash e attraversata la strada, rientriamo increduli nel tempo in cui siamo, correndo ovattati nelle vie del centro. Qualche applauso dal fondo del gruppo compatto e ringraziamenti loudly for Henry who has dreamed this dream and broke it before anyone wanted to share with us some encouragement for the more tired and bruised, and we cross the last meters of square columns.
Thanks.
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