Good morning to all / as.
This past Sunday a large number of Piris went to play the "Duatló Núria. Some of us were on Saturday in the Pool for spend the day in Ribas de Freser: Xavi, Pepa, Ramón F, Martha, Esther, Ramon L, Nacho C, Judith, the kids, Chris and myself. Jordi B, came to say goodbye, the whole detail.
Ribas where we arrived at the Hotel (which were great), we left it and no longer went to lunch at Ca l'Anna, Ventolà, where we ate vice.
After the feast, we took all the stuff to get to the shelter and pick Queralps dorsal, there we agree with the rest of Piris: Jaume, Silvia, Libya, Sergi, Marc O, Juan Raul, Monica, kids ...... espero no dejarme a nadie.
La cena en el hotel, genial. 3 platos, postre, cervezas, etc...no veas como nos pusimos.
6:00 de la mañana suena el despertador, después de una noche movida con Arnau y Cris que tampoco podía dormir, me cambio y bajo con el resto para desayunar y preparar las BTT, dorsal etc...... Impresionante la de gente que había ya a esas horas, aún tuvimos suerte de encontrar rápido aparcamiento. Descargamos todo y nos vamos a la linea de salida (Ramón L, Nacho C y yo) donde nos toca quedarnos atrás, aún lo tienen peor el resto que tienen que empezar mucho further back.
Petardazo output and until we passed out approximately 2-3 minutes have passed. Pick a comfortable pace and begin to overtake a few runners and forward me, yes, until you see James as a rocket and gives us courage, lame after Xavi Ramon F and P which had gone a little more advanced and is set to Xavi wheel. It gives me over and put his wheel for a while but decided to slow down, I do not know what I find in the stretch run and is stronger running and afraid I can not stand the pace. Marc O appears and now if I pick up the pace of his, surprise, "JAB", how could it be otherwise, I had to go and see if there was something corridors, noooooo, my turn. I make the first mistake, I decided to get off the bike and inflate the wheel to try to get there, I'm only 3 km of the transition. Inflo and go like a rocket, or 500 meters and the prick is important, again weak. Appears Ramon L and I gave the foam to repair. With the fucking nerves do not get it the second thread and I get foam everywhere except where it should go. In order to do what had to be done from the beginning, I put the bedroom. Luckily Nacho came to confirm that she played, if people do not believe it. I did not believe or me.
Transition, and head into something else and very discouraged, and start running a few meters a familiar voice encouraging me, fuck with her friend Paula is Elsa (c. .... you doing here, I say), I wear a championship mosqueo but at least I have yet to thank him encouragement. Thanks again Paul for the photos are gorgeous. The stretch runs very hard with your head thinking about the fucking prick instead of pulling forward and hit, but I've decided to enjoy the sights and getting hurt.
finish line in 4:07, I can still be happy because I finished and knowing that if it were not for bad luck, it probably would have done better.
Piris hope to all and we will eat together.
Best of all, the weekend again, Piri environment. I've had a great weekend with good company.
I hope to take away the jinx that took a long time and that one day the tables turn. Thank you all for your support.
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