Mature Ladies Wearing Girdles & Stockings

The idea was born by chance to do both with a long pre-marathon, both with the prospect of running alone ... Spontaneously
the proposal, the idea of \u200b\u200bdoing it together :-)
choose the route, by which I measure tussle with Google Maps, driving directions to get to the point X, and part: at 9 o'clock our garmin begin to track the path .

Yesterday was sunny here after I do not remember how many days of torrential rain ... did not expect an encore, but we are confident in the forecast for clemency ... The Napoleonic
• offers us a panoramic tour to Trieste but the sky gray and gloomy does not gives us the best view ... Fortunately, not rain, blowing at times a bit of wind, but does not disturb too much.
• The first piece is gone, we were really hot and at the point of departure I leave the car gloves (why bring ballast?): biggest mistake ever! With

Doublea

and Stefano (which we stock for a while, until the 23rd km) and miles we talk fast flowing beneath our shoes. These streets I was just a month ago, when the landscape gave the beautiful colors of autumn, and today the dominant color is white snow fell yesterday on the lawns, rooftop and huddled by the roadside ... Scrolls the path, the village of Orlek, and you get to Sesana, the road takes us back to Imperial veso Italy, a small encroachment into the forest of Basovizza (first cut of a few km from the path I had planned) and, once parking Stefano salute that leaves us: 23's enough for today!

to continue the road of Karst: from the moment we left the forest began to snow: at first a few flakes, then it gets serious: cold wind blows, it brings with it large banks of flakes, that annoy and bite my face.
Now it's cold, I regret not having his gloves, his hands are red and I can barely move their thumbs that have been stiffened.

second cut of the program, no dirt up and down from a Trebiciano Opicina, the fund now to be a muddy mess, and fatigue really starts to bite ... Among the puddles, piles of snow and water raise the cars rush past us, and we sneak back to the Obelisk in the car: I have to wait a few minutes to be able to open the zipper wet the windscreen for a change: they are strange, but the fingers do not run any commands, only do so much harm ... : - / then straight home, shower with hot pasta-party insured :-)

Thanks for the company, his good humor and the miles!

PS: the three who are missing? next time, with the sun! ;-)