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The homogeneous and heterogeneous. Illusion

We're not all we are.

When I got into the car, I knew it would be a good weekend. Driving
Paul, my compilation of workouts. I always say a little fussy, but in the end also always enforced;). Co-pilot, Philip, a famous member of fingerlings, I think amazed at the third of the members. Paco Barquilla the young, the voracious, which seeks to "peloblancos." And witch!
grupete This was a strange, but I found it very funny. Priori that different people in so many things together for a common excuse, which was none other than the mean of Ciudad Rodrigo.


nice thing about running is that there is no difference between them except the external. No matter your status (I mean the social, not physical), age, dreams, goals and dreams. Your problems are paragraphs, and also your personal circumstances and sports, your training load (zero or excessive), or the glasses that you took that same weekend. YOU are only against the rest, all with the same weapons, which are nothing more than a shoe (more or less depending on what minimalist freak you are), and where the only truly important is your effort. Sometimes you find one that along with the shoes always carries a bag full of excuses, but usually because they are recognized worldwide and almost no attention to them.


For the second time, at night, when we were in the Hotel on the verge of sleep, the three metiditos quietly in bed, I saw three types so different, so a trio heterogeneous and really so strange, but at the same time with the same concerns at that time in the head, I could not but smile and turn off the light.


's career brought me to mind that of the homogeneous and heterogeneous, but this time we were a Portuguese with a mop in the huge pork, one of San Sebastian with a run as extravagant as the Eighties hair band, a dancefloor for the first time put on the road and then I was, that Apparently, for the times you asked me then was the least pint of athlete had for all.
And I thought: "Send eggs!" :))

Photo: Marathon Cáceres.

The chronicle of my career is simple: I was great, mainly because of my injury (contradictory, I know ...) and I got very relaxed because of my persistent overload in the soleus. For that reason and because this time my expectations were much lower than what would happen next. I just say that I burst some previous standards of good runner. The fact is that I was worth, and the 2 nd place was even sweeter taste.
the end does not know if it's a summary of my time late Ciudad Rodrigo or an attempt to make (you ) view that the heterogeneous or different is not even always a bad mix. ;)

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