After participating in the second edition of the Rimini-San Marino there was a sad fact, one summer Sunday morning we didn't go for a run, it was very hot, my brother still went to do a training in the park but when he returned home an unwelcome awaited him surprise, which would have heavily conditioned his existence for several months ...
Two police officers in uniform, with an immediate license withdrawal warrant, and the obligation to retake the driving test, following that fatal accident I mentioned a few months ago in other posts, a real low blow, I don't know who signed that restrictive measure, but caused not a few problems at work and sports level for my brother, as he was forced to be accompanied both at work and at running races, but while for what concerned the work commitments he was able to remedy good or bad, running races quickly became a serious problem ...
Between the depression for the measure immediately (among other things, being innocent doubly painful ..), between the expressions of impatience of those who gave us a lift (ex-in-laws of shit ..), after a couple of races carried out in those conditions the desire to race went to be blessed, starting a fairly prolonged break because there was the unfortunate football parenthesis and the coming of age, so I was completely taken by the driving of the cars that happened to me, mainly that of my mother and my brother's.
When a passion flows inside you, you can not pretend for a long time that it does not exist, and so, almost by chance, in the fall of 1985 I went to buy a pair of running shoes, resuming doing some training smoothly.
From there to start attending the climate of running competitions again, the step was relatively short, the clearest memory I have is that of a characteristic race, of about fifteen km up and down the hills above Cesena, a decidedly challenging but full of charm, with arrival inside the mythical Hippodrome.
My brother repeatedly offered to run beside me, after so much insistence I agreed, I understood that he cared particularly, very slow pace, the final time was just over an hour and 17 minutes, a step of about 5 minutes and 10 seconds per km, not bad to be in full competitive recovery, but definitely higher than the times of 4 years earlier, even if younger but more trained.
By now the hatchet had been unearthed, there was nothing left to do but try to get back in shape, and retouch the personnel on some specific races, which had an indisputable fame and renown.
Keep it going...
Ok finalmente capisco perchè mad runner. Sei un corridore :)