It took just a beautiful track in 5000 to return to racing after a long period of acute medical findings and beggar. My race is small, however small, that are not strong and how long they lead off an honest and 18'05'' nothing more. But the feelings are fine, since pre-race. Season the trip by car, longish and tedious, with a handful of Deep Purple, Alice Copper and served with a touch of Led Zeppelin. I allow myself a dessert to AC-DC and I'm in the Arena. Meeting old friends, the people are many, are male and 5 series I'm in second. It 's a good thing, as the good Nicholas, race divided into series. It competes homogeneous and on equal terms. In the first there are some good horses, they close in less than 16. Then my part, I have pain in my legs, I'm confused. I took the watch, I go by feel. I am a little behind get by ', Sunday less than two hour of running in the mountains a bit' and I feel cradle nell'alibi not very trained. Halfway through the race, however, take a spring, so I will not finish it. Do a good yank and the recovery group. The rest is a bit 'hazy, and I feel I am in front of his friend Nicola behind in the wake. Last lap bell, Nicola pass me, I try to fight but they are cooked to perfection. I close my crush, but the Arena is really shining and the weather is very good. Greeting friends and a string of nausea takes me home. But it is only the first, going back on track: between a mountain and the other is a good distraction!
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