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Stand by and new blog .. thanks to all! MY MARATHON

Dear friends, this blog, as you know was born last year with the intention of telling the dream of the world's most famous marathon, enter into standby. Central Park has been reached, conquered New York .. the images fade, the memories, sweet, take on the color of autumn leaves, do not forget the 2007 ..
These memories is' just freeze them and let them carved into the network here, to give an opportunity for all those who, driven by the desire to achieve what we did, one day he comes across in our adventure and decided to go back ..
Maybe the blog will be back in vogue at the time when me and my sister will have new challenges to share, for now I have created my new blog .. one of my personal space in which to keep writing, I leave you the address so that you can add it to your links
http://mathibloggo.blogspot.com/
Thanks to all
Mathias

posthumously ps: my new blog I just made the video celebrating, I put it here too!

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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 !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!

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Between today and tomorrow

I did not want to post it would take away space for my sister, but since its story will publish on weekends use this space to mention about what I'll do here in the near future.
- First of all I agree with Aline put on standby this blog, which itself has a beginning and an end and keep it as a gem for those looking for information on preparation for the New York Marathon happen exhume here ... just in case we have to share another similar experience (which is likely .. but moved away in time)
- I wanted to create a blog where I also talk about other things, various amenities, but then maybe all ' 80% would speak of race or moods of contests that I'm doing ..
his friend Alex who asks what can I say to exaggerate the next year .. boh .. by the time I made the decision to enroll all'Alghero marathon, jogging the group created by Paul Zoagli to ride with someone every now and then .. they leave at 7 am, it's a bit traumatic, but if it happens sometimes that I can wake up is fun .. I already have a big group together and output, there is something for all speeds, from my much faster than .. the most intriguing thing is to participate in some Sgambati around Sardinia.
- With his friend Daniel's blog has been set a mission statement (do not know if it's a promise), running London in April 2009 .. that could be the next crazy!
- Resurrecting the bike and do some good lap every now and then .. if Andrea Elio or have a desire to Stintino, Capocaccia are enrolled or any output ..
- Any other
Mathias

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My New York


's hard to tell in words what I experienced .. New York itself, and his marathon in particular, represent something shocking, that remains marked in the soul! The city embraces you with its millions of arms by the roadside. Embrace the top runners, elegant and powerful in their action, and even those like us, the Mathias Aline, the Daniel and Nicholas, who run mixed together with many other names in the fray, in the end ....
Each of us runners have a story to tell, just hidden by the smiling face of the first mile, or the faces of the last .. and them, New Yorkers, we would understand .. encourage everyone equally, they know that behind the runners c 'is a profound reason that prompts them to grind miles on miles, and even if you do not know her, respect her!
Who would have thought, for As for me, if I run with the memory of my past, I could find on the start line ..
now all I remember almost gently, twist of fate, reacting to a vaccine that dell'antipolio age of 5 months, polio spastic on the right side of the body .. and some disadvantages, such as a clubfoot, extended only to 4 years thanks to a thorough shredding of the Achilles tendon, which is still not the full rotation of the right foot .. I run? but if this damn problem at school, during the developmental stage, time in physical education from the bench saw it ... yet .. I'm there, man, on the Verrazano Bridge .. I like the others, my story one of many .. Helicopters in
sky remind us that we live on dozens of stations, missing a few minutes away and I close by the peace maker of 4h15m/4h30m..ho'm greeted with a hug my sister, who will start earlier .. I shared with you all this 'adventure, including hours of dawn that never goes out .. camped on the grass, stretched out to find the energy to eat .. to make the file for the bathrooms .. salt and adrenaline that goes ..
Then slowly people begin to walk in front of the cannon gave way, but here at the end will take a long time .. interminable minutes, when you get up on tiptoe to see if there in the distance thousands of people you before, are starting to run .. When the bridge entrance
and beginning to mention the first steps of stroke is already spent a quarter of an hour .. we are in, I started my marathon in New York .. I have time to do a mile and the descent of the Verrazzano, another physiological need presents itself to me in all its urgent .. we are still on the bridge, with many runners equal problem moving to the side and make pit stop .. imitate them, but the emotional state I played a bad joke and spent more than a minute before I finally reinsert into the stream of runners ..
It 'great to race with the others, is the first time for me and I look almost surprised my fellow adventurers, who knows them how they feel, then finish the bridge and New York eats: the impact of Brooklyn is hot! .. the name on the shirt makes me hero, call me, my name cripple "Mathaas" ..
I'm running on the side of the road and do five to ten persone.Mi feel like a hero for a while during the split second when I crossed eyes and supporters ..
km go by that even I realize, I have a slow pace, hand brake, now imports only to get and savor every moment of this dream .. I watch the clock very little, so we think the microchips attached to the shoe to notify a girlfriend, family and friends, as I'm going ... after a forty minute hand on his shoulder, is his friend Daniel, pleased with his knee still holding .. you are having fun too .. and then a little further Nicola .. company with whom we will, at alternate moments, for at least 22 km ..
"stir up" the audience tired, so sometimes I Corinth in the middle of the group, I have to last a long time and it would be a shame to sag ahead of time ..
complessini dozens of parade, playing music that galvanizes you and pushes you forward like a spring. Improbable characters, dressed stravagande, I pass .. I have seen boldly pass me superman, I risuperato few kilometers later on his way to pass! ... It will run into a supply to kryptonite :-)
Supplies dramatic moments .. .. for me to drink from a paper cup in the race is far from simple operation, the first sip in the mouth instead of automatically ends in the face, are all of gatorade .. appicicaticcio inevitably brake to be able to drink and it is in these moments that I Nicola reaches or longer .. he has a camera of those disposable, sometimes it makes me turn around and take forward Photos will be out to make him .. who knows how .. talking with my companion pass the suffering Polansky Bridge .. the half marathon, with which we enter in Queens .. chatting distracts from pain, although occasionally Super Bond (soppranome Nicholas) is the output .. distressing "lack still 20 km oh "... :-)
The path up to that point was apparently flat .. in reality, these are all an American roads winding up and down .. there are sections where the road goes up continuously, as near the Jewish neighborhood .. that weird about guys with long beards to them .. is not that much of the marathon and frigates, in fact, that I suddenly noticed a sharp decline in public. . After the bridge
Polansky wait .. I know it's all going to get the damn bridge, the divide between the carefree and the marathon effort of the bridge Queensborought .. .. I see from afar the street has a pattern for which you can see the heads of front runners who are starting the climb of the bridge .. we are around the 26 km mark .. steps from incitement to silence, only the footsteps of the runners ..
The first part of the bridge is dark inside the tunnel .. there are those who scream, who sings American anthem .. then exit the tunnel and on our left Manhattan and its skyline .. but do not have time to enjoy this landscape, powerful gusts of icy wind that take you across, you see here all the hardness of the bridge and you're not even at the top .. there are those who started to walk .. I still feel good and I ask permission, excess burst pace makers (but did not have to take a step? there was one that kept pace had indicated on the shirt down on the cartels !!).. friendly reminder that the organization "Now comes the easy part," ... ironic!
get off the bridge is the delirium, the scenario changes .. the road widens, we are on First Avenue, in the middle of Manhattan (from Indian name of the island hills: () and people on both sides of the roads have increased dramatically, cheering stadium is at its best, a moment of emotion, topped by the desire to accelerate, increase slightly .. is here on this long road leading to the Bronx a few kilometers later, around 30 ° lose sight of Nicola .. .. now I'm only up and down First Avenue .. .. so much stronger legs start to feel ... they are hard, but I go .. I'm on the right side of the road, go past the hundreds of people walking, are in perpetual fast lane .. the Bronx at 32 km mark .. I welcome us with yet another bridge is reached, the decks .. I hate purple colored buildings, rocky music .. not missing much, the ladies of gatorade mark the mile at the end .. you fall into Manhattan to Harlem, I'm cold and a little hungry .. I had already accepted the first few kilometers of bananas from the public .. I also accept the orange segments, which greedily suck .. you go down to Central Park ..
35th km, scenes of desperation on both sides of the road .. a runner has gone out and writhing on the sidewalk crying .. is surrounded by doctors .. I understand all its drama, so little is missing on arrival and a crisis is very strong costrigendo withdrawal .. I think of my sister, who knows where it is right now .. I hope everything goes well to you! Cala
light, the sight of the trees of Central Park mitigates the suffering of my legs are getting blocks .. but super I continue to pass people, I do not stop .. I'm no longer the day of reckoning, I have broken every bank .. I'm that guy sitting on the bench during the hours of gymnastics, which is now taking revenge .. take off, I ran without you .. I have a long way to recovery, so do I, in my opinion .. A
inner charge is stronger than any pain pushes me forward, suffering as they write down here on temporary signs .. is what will always be the company I'm about to do!
.. The legs do not feel .. beyond my limits, the 36 km of training the 37 and so on .. .. and in a breath are over 40, I am in a very fragile balance, if only a few accelerators second I would leave the cramps, I feel like a crystal vase, but Columbus Circle and beyond, I see .. that's where you turn into the park and there are missing a few hundred meters .. I feel like crying but I have tears are all slipping away sweat, but I get emotional all right if I do .. I can see the finish line in a while I think about my life, because basically they are lucky if they get up here .. arms in the air, I bring my hands to the face, captured in photographs that will remain forever.


A thought goes to the people I love, who were rooting for the other side of me, to them I dedicate this race 4h37min33sec
Mathias, 27, marathon runner.

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VOLO AZ 605. I have returned! It must I do

Milan Malpensa Terminal 1. The flight AZ 605 has just landed and took us back home after eight days of an unforgettable journey. Still can not seem to realize everything that happened, everything that we have experienced in recent days.
are bewildered by the sounds of NY, the colors and lights of the city. New York is alive at night and Gion, envelops you, involves you, stuns you and makes you dream to every corner ongni incrocio.Se arrivals for the event in New York looks a bit high you'll feel protected by the shadow of skyscrapers, if you walk find out about the odor, if you look around you'll see the warmth of its people, if you decide to run like we did, well eh! With New York we make a pact of blood. Why the big apple gets into your heart and soul and never leaves you more.
From now I can say also I LOVE NY. In the coming days will tell you, as I have suffered, loved and lived until the last second and that was tough to go home. BACI ALINE