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of Africa in Oslo



of Africa in Oslo ... the title of the blurb Gazzettino di Padova ... And Oslo is gone.
Friday delivery from Bergamo direction TORP, Norway. Check with Ryanair and then take a bus to Oslo. At Bussterminal Oddvar there are with Fabian. We met in February in the Sahara Marathon, and we then arranged to meet in Oslo, at the home of Oddvar. On Saturday we do a tour of the city, let's take the chest, and go home for a pasta party. Oddvar just does not make us miss anything, make an excellent sauce. We spent the evening going over our adventure Algerian Saharan listening to music and accompanied by Gubana Slivoviz bring Fabiano (you're the best, are in crisis atinenza gubana ... when I think of ... mmmmm).

The next day we carry at the start, there's a bit 'of tension, if there was trouble. We leave the bags and get ready. He really cold and a wind from the sea makes it more polar ... boh ...?

It starts with a cannon shot fired by the Royal Guard, an impressive bang!
ok, the clock starts to grind. try of the 3:45 pacer. Finds him, I'm stuck for the next 5km, the hardest, those along the waterfront ... against the wind. formed a group and does not let the 5:19 pacer. 5km after me and a German lady detach and keep a 5:10 for the next 25km ... with tips at 5:00.

The route consists of 2 laps of 21km. I do all the inns, most of the time without slowing down: I take a glass of acqia the fly and a piece of banana (after midnight). Pass the 21th with a margin of 3 minutes. The 30th with 5 min.
I feel good but the ups and downs and the cobblestones make me a bit 'in trouble after the 30th. On the 36th I do a long rest, I spent my fall, now at around 5:30. Rifiato, drink and you leave ... ... at your 37th shame that there is a long climb.
From the 38th to within a particular state of mind: I feel that my body is one thing and my head is completely separate, as if you saw me from running out without realizing it ... it's hard to explain but it felt good.
the 40th Oddvar find that I was taking pictures, me and tells me the flag, under 2 are missing. 2
endless miles, turn back to 5:10 with difficulty, the arrival is uphill, I explain the flag and crossed the line in 3:43 BP!
Happiness is great, my legs do not weigh much. I throw on my lawn and I enjoy the Oslo Marathon!
Let's go home on foot, along the way I make myself a beer and a pizza (it was for months that I did not drink a beer ... uhhh ...). The next day
around Oslo with Fabiano, legs melt as they walk through the city.
E 'was an unforgettable adventure! Special thanks to
Oddvar that made us feel at home!