Tuesday, February 23, 2010
Monday, February 22, 2010
Occupational Therapist Starting Pay
Verona Marathon 2010 ... in spite of everything!
now a bit 'of photos of this wonderful day of sport and friendship
Here I am down with his team-mate Luis ventures and author of the staff certainly a marathon' nothing but fast: Great!
Here I am with the great Blogtrotters: Other new knowledge "concrete" put in the bulletin (Yogi, Michele, Fabio, Micio70) a wonderful reality: a pleasure guys!
here with the legendary boys growing number of runningforum, someone committed to someone else in the 42km half!
Report: 24h
Just hours before the start of the 9th marathon VR had the opportunity to participate at 30%, since the night before a chill I had blocked the back. expletives to no end, of course! I try to remain optimistic despite the sharp pain just mention corricchiare (say 8 '/ km ..): Warm water and salt, cream heater, and pain (for the first 5km of the race) by way of sweater and scarf .... I can miraculously to participate and also finish this 42km, we never believed thou wast! First
5 km very relaxed (in the company of Giò63 ...) with the sweater on the back:-D, but the humidity is brutal: sudo like a camel (an accomplice of course the sweater :-P) and respiration is not easy! Only at the 8 km mark I start to breathe better (also because of the cold air as I have heard too many problems ....) a result of chance and the stride seems to be more effective, the 'humidity drops, the sky clears and the back is pretty quiet ... they start to enjoy it a bit'. Implements a fairly natural progression that leads me to a cruising speed of 4.15 / km, as planned .... I walk around the Lungadige in return and this gives me a chance to see who is the lead runners to greet the many known (by Massimo Margiotta Matteo Antonio to a great Fatdaddy Corio to Luis .. etc. ....). show! What is wrong however is that the race is not as it should be disbanded and the work related to the bpm is not proportional to the latter: that I'm struggling too much for the bpm I'm taking .. ..
keep steady as a metronome to 39 km mark and cover the last 3 km to a more relaxed pace that allows me to enjoy the splendid entry into the arena and to incite a bit 'I'm Verona that although public can enjoy a well organized marathon (you can cmq. improve over several fields) was detected very cold conclude in 3h05'20''.
although I respected the whole program, but very much harder than I hoped (before the cold shock ...). Now I wonder how it will recover (I think longer than expected because the legs are now very KO on ....). In any case, this 42k he confirmed that the shape of 2009 is very far and it will be a long, long ago ... what can I run? Run ... ;-)
Numbers:
Monday, February 15, 2010
Hood Piercing Swollen Lymph Node
Week February 8 to 13 .... and VR
Here I am after each of the last two sessions of the week just past .... or pure fatigue before, during and .... I can not recover after workouts like I used to do, yet it is that is killing me:
CL 60 'flat on the path to 4.37 / km;
4x2000 rec. 1000: Here I spit blood to reach 3.50 per km on the fastest and 4.20 / km in the recovery. The post was very traumatic with the sole desire to throw myself on the couch ...
CL 65 ' on undulating to 4.45 / km;
CLS CL + 17km 8km: we have had during a march Sunday (Cessalto TV) very well organized and has a large participation of the population runner (including the legendary Pasteo ) very satisfied with the various paths available (including the longest of 31.5 km, just for future marathons). Leaving aside the time the general feeling is that I did not go down: legs packed, breath also involved with low bpm, exaggerated perception of fatigue .... desire to finish as soon as possible despite the splendid day ..... it's fatigue? me ... the question arises:-P
Luckily Sunday I go around here just to make merry picnic and learn a little 'to the right people :-)
Monday, February 8, 2010
Albino Duck Billed Platypus
Week 1-7 February 2010 .........
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Above a picture of my first group of Sunday march, but I there?
positive week workout after workout because I can recover some''/ km lost in the "big blind" beginning of the year even if the data speak for themselves ..... but I run and run and then we'll see & # 224; :-). Running this week:
- CL 70 'to 4.40 per km on path flat plate, with the final stretches easily;
- CL 65 'to 4.43 / km on hilly course, with the final stretch;
- 6x1000 rec. 2'30'' workout that I did not do a couple of months and I have suffered both in the fast (3.43 / km) that recovery (4.40-km) but I managed to complete without physical injury and that was what mattered to me!
- 35km LL: long course at the beautiful (and praise organization of 10) non-competitive march Vallenoncello (Pn) on the occasion of its 35th anniversary gave us more than the usual runners kmtraggi also the path of 35km with a surprise ending or with the asphalt in the last 6-7km gives way to fields from terrreno treacherous .... a true trail! As for me 22km CL cmq with beats. sull'altino and always the last 13km to intensity RM / CM....quanto the chrono everything is relativized running the last part in the middle of meadows and so I have no clear data in hand if we exclude the final average of 4.30 per km and 153bpm. In the end, in addition to pancakes and crostoli, pasta and beans for all tripe! :-O
as to the original question ..... are there:-P ... I am after 35k with team-mate Luis in a complete which does not allow (hopefully:-D)
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Tuesday, February 2, 2010
Free Movie Crime Busters Streaming
TEA
Tea was always a woman considered by all a little curious. His job was his work and his long walks. Tea was the baker. He began to work at three in the morning and dawn was already walking around. At the store, a mute girl (Tea had taken just because of his wonderful feature), handled the sale of products sent by post to various families. Tea was out of this world by choice. He lived alone, without television, telephone, internet, radio. But she did not care much, since it was never at home. It was certainly one person, but, in his opinion, no less than the others. Ignorant, closed and selfish. That was what everyone called it. Tea in the city where he lived was a clean place. The streets were intact and no place was consumed, because in reality it was never lived. Everyone lived close to their homes by choice. Nobody was going to ruin that city stamping with their feet. Tea For this was all a bad reputation. His walk was to bring the damage to that wonderful place, and his wish to go for someone who did not need anything, seemed selfish and coordinating. No one had ever seen Tea and speak the truth, no one had seen anyone, but in one way or another, everyone knew in detail. All except Tea. To operate the city and make it stay intact, the citizens of that place had decided to communicate with each other, just using every means possible to computerized, because for them it was the way to know, understand and disseminate. And communication had become so dense and productive that everyone was friends with everyone. Everyone always knew what he was doing other things at all times and that this exalted minds filled with pride, kitchens fed daily with an intimacy that had never reached so far. Everything was perfect, everything peaceful and innovative infinite. The city in question, did not have a specific name. Its uniqueness was precisely to change the name every day according to the most glaring fact of the day. Every day, a citizen had his moment of glory. The event and hence the name of the city, was chosen from time to time without judging its importance. It was enough that by the early morning we talked for more than twenty minutes for something, and the choice had already taken place. So if one day it happened that the newspaper was shot to have cooled too much time naked around the house, the city was called "the cold of Gino." Or if it happened that someone had gone too much of the body after eating kiwi fruit in quantity, the city was called: "One night in ease." The citizens were very proud to live in a place that seemed a thousand seats and were so proud to know in depth why no people had managed to do. The presence of Tea, which had initially created curiosity and annoyance, came in second place. You could not always talk to her and so people left her alone, thinking that after his presence was useful in some way, but that if he had done something wrong to the city, they found a way to put her away. Tea when he noticed that everyone had finished tormenting her for his inadequacy, he realized that it was time to do something. A Tea, after all had never liked to be alone and thought it was an opportunity to create their own friends among those who had always tried to repudiate it. So he wrote an ad: "Wanted persons with human life interesting to talk about a new contest for creative cultural interest. Provided important prize money. " He went to put a flyer in every door and then went home satisfied and anxious. She was sure that someone, indeed many would have answered his ad. To talk about personal matters were good and all would never have pulled back. If we had also expected a cash prize as the best opportunity to gain doing something you really do know? In fact, they all answered the ad. For the first time people began to leave home to go to the hall where tea was provided for the meetings. On the way we all looked at carefully. No one had ever laid eyes on the many and friends who had hardly recognize each other, not to look bad, they exchanged friendly smiles without saying a word. They walked barefoot with a slow pace and almost floating, not to ruin the grass and the gray streets. This made the whole play in a very long time. Tea, anyone had recognized, had to do a great job to get them to talk face to face with her. They were not used to that kind of comparison, seemed scared and primitive. Tea And all of it was great fun. Things then started to get better. The people spoke, he explains himself trying to give my best. The most secret things, rough, dirty, happy, sad, romantic. Each enriched as he could, but to win the prize money. The meetings lasted two years and eventually Tea had obtained what he wanted. She managed to pull out people from their homes, had many "friends", something else to worry over the bakery, so many stories to tell and a way to blackmail people who had always hated. Tea wrote his collection of stories. He had taken many notes and nothing was missed of all those strangers who naively had given her. While everyone was waiting impatiently to hear the outcome of their meetings with Tea, she had finished writing and as for the initial announcement, went from house to house to leave his book to each family. The title was "The answer. " Perhaps it was the first time that the people of the place began to read a book, as it was the first time was a real revolution. The collection not only contained the history of every single person in that place, but also comments, assessments and reports in those years had been created among the people. All went out of their homes and how angry they threw in the middle of the city, destroying everything came to hand. As if it was more important than momentary wrath of the eternal ideal of maintaining a healthy city. Now everyone could recognize and fight with each other freely, abusive, and fighting for what they had read. Angered by what they basically already knew. Tea and tried to find peace in his shed to browse all of the book. "Now we really have something to share." Tea that was what he said with a smile to those people, and it was then that everyone recognized. Maybe because they noticed his hands still dirty dough bread, perhaps because they saw the soles of his shoes worn out, or perhaps because only she could have done such a thing. Tea thought he had come to an end soon and that would kill her for what she had done. He would not justify or explain the reason for his experiment, but willing to flout one last time in front of those people who said, "Now what is done is done. Everyone knows. I know I will punish. But the only way to delete these truths is that everyone is eating his book. Only then these stories will disappear forever. " Tea ate the first page to set an example and all silently followed. The book was a volume of three thousand pages, and no one could survive that last supper. The city disappeared with his people and no one knows how this story has been handed down. Maybe somebody was saved and was able to tell it. Maybe it's something that is purely invented. Or maybe it is simply something that could still happen. 
Tea was always a woman considered by all a little curious. His job was his work and his long walks. Tea was the baker. He began to work at three in the morning and dawn was already walking around. At the store, a mute girl (Tea had taken just because of his wonderful feature), handled the sale of products sent by post to various families. Tea was out of this world by choice. He lived alone, without television, telephone, internet, radio. But she did not care much, since it was never at home. It was certainly one person, but, in his opinion, no less than the others. Ignorant, closed and selfish. That was what everyone called it. Tea in the city where he lived was a clean place. The streets were intact and no place was consumed, because in reality it was never lived. Everyone lived close to their homes by choice. Nobody was going to ruin that city stamping with their feet. Tea For this was all a bad reputation. His walk was to bring the damage to that wonderful place, and his wish to go for someone who did not need anything, seemed selfish and coordinating. No one had ever seen Tea and speak the truth, no one had seen anyone, but in one way or another, everyone knew in detail. All except Tea. To operate the city and make it stay intact, the citizens of that place had decided to communicate with each other, just using every means possible to computerized, because for them it was the way to know, understand and disseminate. And communication had become so dense and productive that everyone was friends with everyone. Everyone always knew what he was doing other things at all times and that this exalted minds filled with pride, kitchens fed daily with an intimacy that had never reached so far. Everything was perfect, everything peaceful and innovative infinite. The city in question, did not have a specific name. Its uniqueness was precisely to change the name every day according to the most glaring fact of the day. Every day, a citizen had his moment of glory. The event and hence the name of the city, was chosen from time to time without judging its importance. It was enough that by the early morning we talked for more than twenty minutes for something, and the choice had already taken place. So if one day it happened that the newspaper was shot to have cooled too much time naked around the house, the city was called "the cold of Gino." Or if it happened that someone had gone too much of the body after eating kiwi fruit in quantity, the city was called: "One night in ease." The citizens were very proud to live in a place that seemed a thousand seats and were so proud to know in depth why no people had managed to do. The presence of Tea, which had initially created curiosity and annoyance, came in second place. You could not always talk to her and so people left her alone, thinking that after his presence was useful in some way, but that if he had done something wrong to the city, they found a way to put her away. Tea when he noticed that everyone had finished tormenting her for his inadequacy, he realized that it was time to do something. A Tea, after all had never liked to be alone and thought it was an opportunity to create their own friends among those who had always tried to repudiate it. So he wrote an ad: "Wanted persons with human life interesting to talk about a new contest for creative cultural interest. Provided important prize money. " He went to put a flyer in every door and then went home satisfied and anxious. She was sure that someone, indeed many would have answered his ad. To talk about personal matters were good and all would never have pulled back. If we had also expected a cash prize as the best opportunity to gain doing something you really do know? In fact, they all answered the ad. For the first time people began to leave home to go to the hall where tea was provided for the meetings. On the way we all looked at carefully. No one had ever laid eyes on the many and friends who had hardly recognize each other, not to look bad, they exchanged friendly smiles without saying a word. They walked barefoot with a slow pace and almost floating, not to ruin the grass and the gray streets. This made the whole play in a very long time. Tea, anyone had recognized, had to do a great job to get them to talk face to face with her. They were not used to that kind of comparison, seemed scared and primitive. Tea And all of it was great fun. Things then started to get better. The people spoke, he explains himself trying to give my best. The most secret things, rough, dirty, happy, sad, romantic. Each enriched as he could, but to win the prize money. The meetings lasted two years and eventually Tea had obtained what he wanted. She managed to pull out people from their homes, had many "friends", something else to worry over the bakery, so many stories to tell and a way to blackmail people who had always hated. Tea wrote his collection of stories. He had taken many notes and nothing was missed of all those strangers who naively had given her. While everyone was waiting impatiently to hear the outcome of their meetings with Tea, she had finished writing and as for the initial announcement, went from house to house to leave his book to each family. The title was "The answer. " Perhaps it was the first time that the people of the place began to read a book, as it was the first time was a real revolution. The collection not only contained the history of every single person in that place, but also comments, assessments and reports in those years had been created among the people. All went out of their homes and how angry they threw in the middle of the city, destroying everything came to hand. As if it was more important than momentary wrath of the eternal ideal of maintaining a healthy city. Now everyone could recognize and fight with each other freely, abusive, and fighting for what they had read. Angered by what they basically already knew. Tea and tried to find peace in his shed to browse all of the book. "Now we really have something to share." Tea that was what he said with a smile to those people, and it was then that everyone recognized. Maybe because they noticed his hands still dirty dough bread, perhaps because they saw the soles of his shoes worn out, or perhaps because only she could have done such a thing. Tea thought he had come to an end soon and that would kill her for what she had done. He would not justify or explain the reason for his experiment, but willing to flout one last time in front of those people who said, "Now what is done is done. Everyone knows. I know I will punish. But the only way to delete these truths is that everyone is eating his book. Only then these stories will disappear forever. " Tea ate the first page to set an example and all silently followed. The book was a volume of three thousand pages, and no one could survive that last supper. The city disappeared with his people and no one knows how this story has been handed down. Maybe somebody was saved and was able to tell it. Maybe it's something that is purely invented. Or maybe it is simply something that could still happen.
Monday, February 1, 2010
Canon Elura 100 Capture
Week 25 to 31 January 2010 ...
week of workouts, the first serious after the "big blind", pointed out that one could imagine a worse shape but I did not think was so strong: The image is good in my development .............. :-O
BPM higher than 10 units in all the training done, and 20''/ km slower: These statistics .... But the unforgiving part of the game, the I know, how can I know that lost form maybe even go back quickly or not return at all ... we'll see, I run waiting:-D:
- CL 65 'to 4.50 per km on dirt path-plate;
- CM 60' 4 , 20/km: great suffering for this medium especially in the second part where it increased the bpm of different units!
- CL 70 'a 4.48-km route on completely flat;
- LL progressive: at a local brand (Cordenons PN, march dell'Anzul), 24km to increasing intensity on a cardiac track-field-mixed asphalt and dirt roads with icy sections also quite different WARNING: Before calm km, 10km and marathon effort and commitment from the last 5km to half marathon for a final average of 4.25 / km.
Run is good ... so good races raga :-)
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