A TIO, and my family.
wearing a medal, are now history and I also ... ...
NY Marathon November 4, 2007 hours 5am.
Dear Tio, I look at you as you prepare for our marathon, and I want to cry but hold back the emotion, cry later, and how to cry, I still cried for everything since I was piccola.Penso to Peter and the children , I am not ready, I am absolutely aware. If slumps to the ground after about twenty miles, who I gather?
If they put me in a hospital with a drip attached?
These are the confused thoughts of a cold morning in NY, BUT WITH A STRING OF MADNESS, FINALLY DECIDE TO RUN MY FIRST MARATHON.
are not trained, I was a little 'time ago, in spring, then, in July and August were working at a wild season for me. And in September
the blow of grace!! My little
Cesca has worsened, a perforating otitis, and intervention: (tonsils, adenoids). A postoperative tragic, fever, fever much! I, at home with her until the day of departure, tired, more than a month of sleepless nights and nervous about the work that has accumulato.Parto feeling a tremendous weight to the heart. Cesca, I am having to deliver at home while I was taking the car keys to go to Milan, had returned from a day at school and now, poor child, an attack of vomiting.
I said stay!
Piero told me: "no! Go, I'm with the baby! "
you with a little voice whispered to me:" THE MEDAL! Mom you have promised the medal. "
Hours 5.10am I dress and I put the shirt with a bronze medal.
Hours 5.38am we have breakfast in the hotel lobby, the second, I have a voracious incredible I eat everything, I buy all kinds of food supplies, not even I was leaving for the war.
meet Nicholas and Daniel, we give a warm hello. Are stretched to a thousand, but do not give to see.
Here are the bus, there is still going up at night, I cuddle the lights of New York, the journey is long. Plays down saying to my brother and my friends, that perhaps there is an error. For my part, are taking us so far that are more than 42km on arrival.
go down! Guys, I start to make me in!
Obviously, the way is not close to them, we walk in a park between American-style houses, the bridge, not even the shadow.
looks like a scene from the film, one of those huge campus, with lawns and trees required divides bene.Ci, Daniel and Nicole are in the Green Zone, I and Tio in blue.
Here are the tents where they give breakfast, Tio note the bathrooms, I just want to eat.
I turn around and I can not believe what I'm seeing, the whole world is all around us, all nationalities. They feel a mixture of sounds and languages. "Wow I seem to be in a refugee camp!."
We wander lost in this chaos, to find the UPS truck, the one on which the bag will go with our personal approx. one hour between 'the number 26. I will remember this number very well, because in the end, I screamed with all the breath I had left in his throat. "Please number 26". We
in line for coffee and donuts.
We sit in the area of \u200b\u200b4 ½ hours, mangiamo.Ci get up and look for the bathrooms again, Tio need it. We are now on a green lawn, near a tent. Look Tio and I can think of to do stretching.
Many people around, to imitate him, leaving smiles.
I killed a little bit tense, I feel better.
Back in the zone assigned us, look who decided to leave Tio with the hares of ore4.15. I do not feel like I have the fear of being overwhelmed, a few words, a hug, I'm crying!, I knew I would not have cancer. I respect my brother is great! I look around, I'm alone and terrified, I want to finish it, I do not know if I can, I'm afraid!
I move back, to me those of 4.30 are too overwhelm me! I'm going on 5 hours and it seems to me that the heart slows down a bit '.
walk!!
Where is this blessed bridge?
We will never arrive. I am alone, surrounded by thousands of people. On the ground there is everything, clothes, sweaters, shoes and above all, a nauseating smell of camphor.
E 'the smell of cream that marathon runners are put on him. I have a Vicks inhaler for reffreddore that I've taken a few days ago: I breathe in, feel at least a perfume friend.
scream, jump, is there! The Verrazano bridge. GO, GO!
I left, I'm running in the middle of a huge crowd, I do not know if I am crazy, but I feel happy. A ship
sprays water is beautiful, run, run, yet I cry. I'm running my first marathon and scream with joy. Lele
I think my son, my little Cesca, my Pierre. I think of Mom, Dad, my brother Nico. Above all I think about that a little further on the Tio is running with me. It was our dream, and you're done. I run, I cry and I'm happy.
Ends the bridge and I hardly realize it, here is the people who crowded to the side of the road and makes me tifo.Qualcuno above, many well beyond them myself. I have the right bottle with water, and not until the moller fine.Corro and the crowd will carry me away with you, as a 'wave, I am a tiny particle of this human river in flood. Greetings all, cry, Italy !! Me I'm a fan alone.
km pass under the feet, supplies frozen drink Gatorade. When I see that the water damage well, let me pour in borraccia.Troppo later, I had a stomach ache absurd, I am likely to go to the bathroom.
Front row, three minuti.Poco matter, I breath stretch.
I run again and the crowd goes wild, there are complex everywhere, run, run, greeting everyone.
still in the bathroom, and then another volta.Ecco the 5km, I stop at the baths at least three more times within the 10km.L 'alsfalto me gently slide under my feet, I am calm.
is 15km, guys I do not know where they are! I run with everyone, I love the crowd, but I do not know that neighborhood is.
I find someone to chat a bit 'I think they are English. Bette start playing the 5 to the public, I'm fine, singing, New York, NY, and people like it. I scream, "go, go, go Italy!" I will run, full speed ahead! Here is the half-light that passes and I'm fine. Many walk, I run. I've always the problem of the bathroom I have to stop often I can not hold pee.
I do not feel tired. There is a bridge, a guy is down and cry, my god, it's sick! I stop and Italian. He says that he retired, he looks at me and cry, keels over off his chest and asks relief. I cry, his race is over. I keep crossing the Italians, lacking a little, "the bridge of suffering is there!" Scratch away! I get cramps.
the 26th km, a dense intense invades my senses, I find myself on my knees screaming, never before experienced excruciating pain, screaming, "Mommy help me!" And as I move the cramp again. Rush the cops, cry .... "Medical," they say. A mile or two back on. Backed by a police officer a little Italian-American, traverse more intense pain with both all gambe.Perdo a lot of time, I see the end in front of me. I massage, I want to give the tablets, I do not know what they are, do not eat, I put in the pocket. I look at the sun, all around me, there are people with much lower in my chest crying in despair. I feel lucky I'm standing in some maniera.Mi ask if I want to retire. Here is my pride!
No, no! (I think of my son Daniel, who at the end of March, broke his finger half an hour before the national final of the trophy very young, "giant slalom" in Tarvisio. I took him in pain, in tears. He looked at me and the coach, and asked us: "Please, let me do the race." I said to myself: "I still !!!!" If my son that day was a little Gladiator and has done well, I do not are less.
From here on, there are four I, Andrea, who gave courage to all, Eros, and Adriano.Quattro different stories, four different problems arose in the race, but with the desire to stop, we crossed the bridge of suffering, the Bronks, Harlem, and on to Central Park, the broom truck took us down there next to the skyscrapers parallel Cirla \u200b\u200bColumbus, again in Central Park, I slowed down several times to wait for Adriano. Even others.The 'I got under arm, Andrea's has undone some shoes, he was too ill. Time we do not give anything, emotionally and humanly this marathon so we quenched. Tiziana meeting, I left plurimaratoneta kilometers back, now did it plan was full of sores. We were complimented for the human support that we gave each other, explained that there is an important step in becoming runners.
Less than 400m to the finish, Adriano dangles keep it in hand and cries, I cry too 'me. Andrea
me screaming "You're a great Aline others are still there, they have continued !!!!" walk, people will applaud you finish shouting Enjoy! Less
200m: it is them! I see it, go ahead, I could run, I could have done it already for a while 'but I do not run, I'm with the band, we're too attached. Are lucid and well alimentata.Lo I was beginning to end. Less
20m, stop inviting me to go ahead, I applaud them, too, is beautiful!!
"NO! NO! "" Together or nothing! "
We embrace and cut along the line.
I'm crying like a child: I am a marathon runner! REAL TIME 6:53:11
I dedicate my first marathon in all of my family, my husband, but especially TIO, LELE, and Cesc. By ALINE
PS My first lasted 28miles and 200.
suffered through. Workout is no joke !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!