Saturday wound up a rest day, family stuff. Got some good sleep.
Sunday,
Boccea Running (out of season) XC:
small weekend desperados event on a farm on the outskirts of Rome, however very tough 2x5.3km loop with some restless, very energetic young amateurs to impress the rest of us. Taught wind throughout. Went out too fast, two wiser younger runners passed me on the uphills (and coasted behind me on the downhills - i have to so something about my competitive aggressiveness) still held on to an agegroup win (could be the first ever), maybe 12th overall, gifted with a local
prosciutto ham sandwich, fizzy water, a beachbag, beautycase, and auto-tanning suncream. As in the gook sticks and changes your skin color.
The dude on the stage unnecessarily apologized for what seemed an impossible-to-predict sunbarbie-bias on the prize by a local sports goods store. I said: "Dude, we are just here to have fun. If i were in it for the prize-worth, i would be at a salad bar in Vegas."
Some American tourist out of the blue (from Philly actually) won M55. His wife was digi-snapping like a photo-op in Cannes. It just gave the morning that cosmo touch.
Feeling somewhat random today.
Hope something random happens and Bushman's heel heals.
HEAL, HEAL! I HEEEAL YA!
But the only Wizard i know used to be in OZ......