Half an M: Week III
The greatest run so far was the 10k race with my brother. It still is, but today came close. I missed my first run of the week two days ago, I had a very uneventful 3k yesterday, and today I had 10k to go. I started off as usual, but on a sunny Sunday I prefer to not run around the lake, since it is too busy there. So I took a turn into a new road. One that I have been watching and not daring for almost a year now. A road called Via Per Brunate. Road to Brunate. This is a little town on top of a mountain that we can see from our place here, pretty high up, and since we’ve been up there with the car, I remembered the road up: hairpin after hairpin after hairpin up up up. My calves were burning, my lungs were exploding, my body was just hurting everywhere, but I wanted to make it at least 5k up before returning. You have to understand, when you run up like that, the worst part isn’t going up, it’s making a hairpin and seeing it’s going to go upper from there. The views were stunning, seeing the lake, the towns, seeing as far as the Swiss Alps. But I could only enjoy these views on the way down, since the way up, I was really busy trying not to puke. I am sure the colors in my face would have made the rainbow envious, and that I was pulling faces that in one picture could’ve ended my career but I made it to Brunate! The way down is a punishment for the knees though. But what a run, what a run. Now, there is not enough ice in the world.