The first fight - he was the most difficult!

What sometimes there are beautiful reflections on paper. Component of the diet, charts, plans, lists, terms, volumes, and there comes a time removing the laptop from its knees, and the body from the couch. In this trinity you are in the minority. Sofa opposition - always against, although it is worse if the fact that it will sag less and less. The body at first, too. And in the middle often against, and at the time of the race, well after - the more so. But the brain is a "For", bearing in mind the adage about the monkey-workaholic. And that means it's time.
No, all the same for the preparation of the report to Pescara still something missing. After Ironman 70.3 in Italy it is still not my first race. Was race one more fact or ...

... calling on my face right now silly smile, try to try on a tooth at least some distance in the home.

Swimming pool. Transit cell - a dressing room. Chained to a pole is great. Backpack with belongings. No pedals contacts only tuklipsy - only hardcore! Power on the road? What is it? Here and drink something not very good in these conditions, and I can eat at home. As a decent man - at the table.

Boring and terrible at home Wehle
circumferentially surrounded by trucks?
Headphones help Rihanna and ligaments,
not the knee,
but a Must Have for the performance of singing!

Abandoned equipment around the house in the direction of the dog ran to meet - this is the second transit cell. Yes, what transit cell, let's be honest. Then - peredevalka. I still remember the eyes of my 5 cents terrier and up to this point is not always disapprove of my actions. Dog peredevaka (afigevaka).

So what is it? Crews. Sneakers. Come on. How many - ten, I think. Somehow it does not seem to me running. Legs some strange. Do not listen. Ahh, this is a warm-up, then it will be easier. Fifth kilometer. Where is someone who has recently promised in my head that it would be easier. That's all this is over, I'll remember! 8 kilometers, why am I doing this to myself, for what? I do not understand what the buzz, I can not stop - of course. And make sense if all the same to trudge home. Shameful foot. I hate, hate, hate! Never again... already slowing-down, I turned not to the house, and to the river, where, and crossed the finish line in 10 clothing and krossachah.

As it turned out, that day, I lied to myself in different matters almost more than in the entire previous life. On the second day, I woke up with a single idea - how it was cool! Elation did not leave me, even in those moments when I twisted rose from the sofa and hobbled to the refrigerator. As the evidence at the crime scene, near treacherously continued to roll the blanket, which I in that day for a long time trying to get rid of the effects of hypothermia, and wrappers from chocolate bars. Everything. Fight was too late, and completely useless - "TRI" -virus miserably got into my body!