After 22 km ……

Before, they had to be made…….and one of the constants in this sport is that not every day is the same, not all the mountain is oregano, nor is everything that does not kill fattening……..let me explain.
As soon as I started and just in the first meters I already knew that today was not my day, it is hard to realize so soon, knowing that you have planned a length of approximately 20 km and you have hardly left home.
Every day is special for one reason or another and rare is the exit that you don't remember for something. Today I will remember her for how I came home…..dead, finished, broken, shattered. Finally it was 22 km at a pace of 5:20 per km, and thank you.
Not only has it been hard for me, I want to remember my friend Eddy, who today with gastroenteritis has gone out to train as he had to. Now I stop here, wait, I'm coming, but he has smoked all 22.

As the saying goes, what does not kill makes us fat, of course today it almost kills us and gaining nothing at all.

I would like to remember the rest of the patients today, Delon, Maikel vei, Mobles, El Galan, Javi airIt is, and Luisito does not train, that together with Eddy and me we have gone to ask that they fix our problems at the Montiel Sanctuary and unfortunately………..they have not paid us any attention.
After 22 Km we are worse than we started,……………. but we have arranged for tomorrow at 8 o'clock.