Non ci posso credere, la scorsa notte si è spento Pietro Taricone a soli 35 anni. E' morto mentre viveva una delle sue passioni: il paracadutismo.
Lui, O guerriero, sempre diverso da tutti gli altri ha vissuto fino in fondo inseguendo i suoi sogni e cercando di realizzarli a modo suo senza scendere a compromessi.
Mi dispiace tanto che se ne sia andato, non perchè era un personaggio della televisione, ma sapere che un ragazzo così pieno di vita adesso non c'è più mi mette sempre un pò di tristezza; forse perchè mi ricorda di un'altra giovane vita spezzata tanti anni fa.
Non credevo che ci fossero solo 4 anni di differenza tra noi due e ciò mi ha fatto pensare ancora una volta che la mia avventura nell'emisfero del sud sia la cosa giusta da fare, un giorno toccherà pure a me ed è quindi giusto che anch'io viva la vita fino in fondo, senza sprecare questo dono prezioso che molto spesso tutti diamo per scontato e come qualcosa che ci sia dovuto.
Buon viaggio Pietro.
martedì 29 giugno 2010
mercoledì 9 giugno 2010
Dublin Mini Marathon and beyond...
My last June Bank Holiday weekend in Ireland has just gone and I have spent it in the way I love the most: outdoor adventure, running and good craic with friends.
On Friday morning before heading down to the kingdom (Kerry) I had my long run of the week. This time I ran for 16km, when I was approaching the 9km I thought that Phoenix Park is not big enough now that I'm adding up more miliage. Problem solved when I took a deviation and discovered a whole new Phoenix Park. I have this image of myself running and running in this field where the grass is not cut, like in those cartoons I used to watch when I was a child.
I think running like other passions you might have is not only about being fit, which is a great thing on its own, but mainly your mind that feels free from everything. It's like there's a door that opens and lets all your imagination flowing and expanding. You come up with a new idea, solution or way to see things each run, especially the long ones. I don't know whether it is that I have more time to think about something or the major effort I put on a long run.
I have to say that after this long run my right foot started hurting a bit. I was a bit concerned whether I would recover in time for the climb of my old friend Carrantouhill.
It is a mountain located in County Kerry, and is the highest peak in Ireland. It is 1,038 m (3,406 feet) tall and is the central peak of the Macgillycuddy's Reeks range; meaning "The Black Stacks". There are two other peaks in this range above 1,000 m (Beenkeragh, 1,010 m; and Caher, 1,001 m).
Luckly it didn't hurt for the 9 hours hike, but I was almost limp for the next day and half and I recovered just in time for the Flora Mini-Marathon, which I finished it in 01:01:12.
If I think the first of the category Over 60 did it in 46:38...well, that's the beauty of sport, you're always young and can achieve everything you want.
Despite this hard weekend and the fact that the foot was still hurting, I made the mistake of not listening to my body, so I kept training.
Rule #1 DO NOT RUN if your body is telling you not to.
As consequence, I ended up being forced not to do anything for the following week: no swimming, no hike, no spinning and no run. And to make it worse I also had an infection in my stomach.
I had to do some research myself as the doctor was useless, and found out that these two symptoms are caused by overtraining.
Damn! I was doing so well! I was following my training schedule, I was focused not only on running but other things I was doing during the day, positive thinking ect...
But now this week, I felt behind the bars and I struggled to focus on things.
Today I felt better and I was able at least to go to the park for a walk, since the pain is not that strong anymore. I walked for about 5km, but with two breaks: one because I wanted to lie down and enjoy the nice weather and the other because I needed to and didn't want to force the foot work too much...I've learnt my lesson.
I hope I can start training little by little again next week as the Half Marathon is in two weeks time. For whatever reason I feel confortable about it, even though I haven't run that far yet.
Fingers-crossed!
On Friday morning before heading down to the kingdom (Kerry) I had my long run of the week. This time I ran for 16km, when I was approaching the 9km I thought that Phoenix Park is not big enough now that I'm adding up more miliage. Problem solved when I took a deviation and discovered a whole new Phoenix Park. I have this image of myself running and running in this field where the grass is not cut, like in those cartoons I used to watch when I was a child.
I think running like other passions you might have is not only about being fit, which is a great thing on its own, but mainly your mind that feels free from everything. It's like there's a door that opens and lets all your imagination flowing and expanding. You come up with a new idea, solution or way to see things each run, especially the long ones. I don't know whether it is that I have more time to think about something or the major effort I put on a long run.
I have to say that after this long run my right foot started hurting a bit. I was a bit concerned whether I would recover in time for the climb of my old friend Carrantouhill.
It is a mountain located in County Kerry, and is the highest peak in Ireland. It is 1,038 m (3,406 feet) tall and is the central peak of the Macgillycuddy's Reeks range; meaning "The Black Stacks". There are two other peaks in this range above 1,000 m (Beenkeragh, 1,010 m; and Caher, 1,001 m).
Luckly it didn't hurt for the 9 hours hike, but I was almost limp for the next day and half and I recovered just in time for the Flora Mini-Marathon, which I finished it in 01:01:12.
If I think the first of the category Over 60 did it in 46:38...well, that's the beauty of sport, you're always young and can achieve everything you want.
Despite this hard weekend and the fact that the foot was still hurting, I made the mistake of not listening to my body, so I kept training.
Rule #1 DO NOT RUN if your body is telling you not to.
As consequence, I ended up being forced not to do anything for the following week: no swimming, no hike, no spinning and no run. And to make it worse I also had an infection in my stomach.
I had to do some research myself as the doctor was useless, and found out that these two symptoms are caused by overtraining.
Damn! I was doing so well! I was following my training schedule, I was focused not only on running but other things I was doing during the day, positive thinking ect...
But now this week, I felt behind the bars and I struggled to focus on things.
Today I felt better and I was able at least to go to the park for a walk, since the pain is not that strong anymore. I walked for about 5km, but with two breaks: one because I wanted to lie down and enjoy the nice weather and the other because I needed to and didn't want to force the foot work too much...I've learnt my lesson.
I hope I can start training little by little again next week as the Half Marathon is in two weeks time. For whatever reason I feel confortable about it, even though I haven't run that far yet.
Fingers-crossed!
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