Cross Timbers 50 miles report: a story about fruits and coke.

...so Saturday February 21 I ran the first ultra of 2015.

...so i should write a long and analytic report on how I finished in 9 hour 37 minutes and some seconds in the 5th place overall.

...but it will boring.

So, I'm gonna write random things about the race: connect the dots and enjoy the journey.

- The place and the course is really wonderful. Pretty hard the first part, easy and fast the second half.

- The first 10 km I was out. I was feeling weak and tired... I was in the mood of "I will barely finish it..."... Then something happened, I changed gear and I was in an altered-state of grace and everything was fine...

- ...it was SO fine, that for almost all the time I was thinking "It can't be possible, there is something wrong..." and the more cheerful "Something bad is gonna happen soon..."...

- This time I was prepared: I have plenty of food and fuel. I didn't use any. I was fueling with grapes and orange and coke: one bit of orange, some grape, a sip of coke and go. I've never stopped more then five minutes in the aid stations. I think I've found my best fueling-rule and my "winning" strategy.

- The last couple of miles I was thinking that I'm probably not ready yet for a 100 miles. I could be physically prepared, but not mentally. No rush anyway, I'm working on it.

- In general, I think I ran smart: I dosed my energy really well and I've been able to run all the time without any dramatic change in the pace. Honestly speaking, I was amazed by myself.

- In the last two weeks I was so nervous about the race. I don't know why. I wasn't feeling good. I was afraid to fail and I was feeling this burden on my shoulders. I was scare of disappoint myself.

...I think it's pretty much it.

If something else will pop in my mind about the race I will upgrade the post.

...or I won't.

I don't care.

Last meters: me happy of my result and time.

Unrelated note: c'mon Bruce, don't give up!

Submarine + Robot + Space + Titan = 100% awesomeness

NASA is planning to send a submarine-robot to explore Titan's sea!!*

Read here for all the informations!

...and by the way, how cool to say and to image is "alien sea"??

*Here info about Titan.

A short tale.

Once upon a time,

they were all dead.

The End.

Brainstorming (Pt. 7)

Damn, I'm so busy.

I have like 10,000,000 of things to do/think.

Here: random things from the back of my brain.

(if there are typos or error, do one thing: take a pen, write it down, go home and kill yourself [taken and modified from Louis C. K.]).

- Ah, the bitter taste of tapering.

- My prediction for the 6 Nations: Ireland (good as always), Wales (in super shape), England (they want the world cup this year, especially because they host the event), France (booooo) and Italy (good defense, and that's it. As always...).

- I read this on National Geographic: "The coyote: adaptable, omnipresent, hungry.". Nice!

- ...speaking of coyotes. I haven't seen them this year around my apartment: probably because it wasn't a cold winter.

- ...but every morning and evening, when i start my run, I run into a little hare.

- ...I need a name for that hare.

- Anyway, my point is: I love coyotes.

- Now I'm thinking to the hare. It ain't easy to find the right name for a hare.

- I am disappointed by my own beard: is not growing.

- Some people are like a reservoir of hate and anger. They don't even now what and why and where: they just regurgitate their hate against everything cross their road.

- I'm constantly hungry lately. I will literally eat every 5 minutes.

- ...a name for the hare... Uhmmmm...

- "This is just a punk rock song, written for the people who can see something's wrong" (Bad Religion, Punk Rock Song, The gray race, 1996)

- One (of the few) new year resolution was to go back and climb. I failed on that. With the excuse of my next 50 miles, I'm telling myself is better focus on running right now. The reality is: jut the idea of going back in that stupid dirty gym (actually, no matter which in Dallas area: they all the same), crowded with screaming-brainless-douchebags makes me feel sick. I can't. I simply can't. And even if I could go over it, and go back, where is my motivation? I'm not motivated of sending any V-whatever on plastic. ...and maybe, if I'm lucky, maybe go for a 3 days-climbing-trip once a year... Sorry, this is not even close to what is climbing. Call me "old school", call me "old fart", but it is what it is.

- ...no seriously, I can't stop thinking about that hare and the perfect name for her/him.

- Sad to say, but I got my confirmation about the meaning of "friendship" in USA: it's just a matter of business. When the business ends, then the friendship ends.

- Right now I'm listening to Benediction' "The grand leveller" (1991). Fuckin' A!

- Meanwhile, on Mars...

- I'm wondering if this constant, huge, depressive negative judgment against everything and everyone is an exclusive of Scienceville or it happens also in other kind of environment.

- Here something really childish: fuck authority.

- Meh.



...how about some grind-core?

Rent an opinion.

Rent an opinion.
(from the song "Midlife crisis", Faith no more,  from the album "Angel dust")


I don't think this quote requires explanations.
If you don't get the sense of it, you really should rent one.

Two minutes to midnight.

We're doomed, and we deserved it.

This post is partially inspired by this article.

The human race is like a virus or a parasite: it devours and consumes every sources.

WE NEED TO TAKE CARE OF OUR PLANET.

Simple like that.

I do my part (or at least I try).

Then I look around: people is too stupid, or ignorant or they just don't give a fuck.

They don't turn off their cars while they're at the supermarket so it will be nice and chilly when they get back...

They don't recycle because they're too lazy to use 5 seconds of their pathetic life to properly sort their trash...

They don't believe on climate change...

They do things (stupid things) without realizing that those single meaningless actions are totally not-meaningless for the environment.

And I don't think is a matter of not enough informations. They can find all the info they need on internet. If they are able to upload a fucking selfie on Instagram they are also able to find the informations. If they want. But they won't do it, because, a I said, they don't give a fuck: too lazy or too stupid or both...

Our planet is in the hands of these stupid and ignorant meatbags.

Sad.