Saturday, June 20, 2009

Creation Of Electronic Toy Bote With Picturs

June 14, 2009: Luchon France Championship Racing Mountain

After about 1300 m race in the streets of Luchon, we fall back on the road to rack, 20% average of 4 km. At the beginning I ran a little to win tickets and a lot of walking, the fastest possible
After Arbesquens Lake, we arrive on the slopes of Superbagnères, with slopes very irregular, sometimes up to 26% (to enlarge, click on the photo)
To each his own pace ...
Soon the culmination of the race (1832 m) and about 1 km downhill. Anyway, the scenery is magnificent, with peaks in the background Lézat, Quayrat (+ 3000 m) and Céciré
Small vertical drop before arrival that allows to run the little path before donf final
profile (click on picture to enlarge)
Plan (click on picture to enlarge)

After the hot weather of the day (33 °), the storm of the night brings a temperature more favorable for racing. The women start at 9 am, along with juniors for 9 km. This year, all the elite of the mountain race is present in Luchon, from the Alps, Vosges, Massif Central, Meeting ... Everything that has been climbing quickly go here! An unimpressive, but I came to make me happy in this beautiful setting, and change a little the path of the rack that I've done 8 times. Instead of 5.3 km usual, the menu is 10.5 km, almost double, with a little flat at the beginning and the middle and slightly downhill towards the end.
A warm-up, I thought for Maurice Sanson, very old friend who organizes annually the rack, which participated in the course of this championship, which goes under the knife for a double bypass surgery the next day in a clinic in Toulouse.
So at 10 o'clock sharp, we go with the 140 bib "Elite" in front, and "Open" at the end of the pack. Needless to say I'm part of this category! I go with my Mizuno Phantom, light and made for the road, but I see that 80% of competitors are equipped like me, very few have made the trail. No need to search cushioning, there is virtually no slope and the ground is not too wet, the grip is mounted to the right. So, 100 grams earned on each foot with each stride and is always good to take! I
the 1000 meters and a few flat in town at speed, but not about sprinting! I know too much more, with the terrible path of the rack. Even if we're not going to the top, you still have to swallow 800 m ascent before you find the path Arbesquens, about 2 km or less flat. Nice little moment the climb, a runner (Bouigue Andre, I think) told me he has seen on my blog and it looks, what makes me happy, and we exchanged some words between 2 breaths jerky!
Highest, I pass the bridge in 43 minutes (altitude 1300 m), which allows me to see that I'm in a good rhythm, the same as last year or I had a good climb. At elevation 1440, where I arrive 49'35 So we leave for the climb this path, where there should be run. The first impression after that made up most of walking is that the thigh muscles have shortened! I need at least 2 or 300 meters to find a stride running correctly and is about 12 km / h I do this way, gaining a few seats. (Incidentally, I spot a mushroom at the roadside ...). I estimated it would take me 1 hour to reach the lake Arbesquens, and that's exactly what I put (00'23 1 h). It is 450 m ascent for further, more downhill, and there I am a little cheated because I thought 30 minutes to get to, and I need 35.
After the lake we are emerging from the forest under a bright sun and wind, not too embarrassing. For cons, the slopes become very irregular and it must constantly alternating running and walking, difficult to manage the pace. Arrived on the crest of Céciré, the highest point of the race, I raised very well despite the very short breath, and it's getting faster and faster, but the descent is not technical and can be let go easily. Last short climb, and it's arrival in 1 h 35'49. In the "Open", I am 61st out of 129 entrants, and 6th on V2 22. Commemorative medal and tee shirt as a souvenir
Champion of France is Raymond Fontaine, in less than 57 minutes ... no comment on what time nor the fact that it is the 7th time he wins the title ... I understand why they made 2 categories ...

Milena Velba In Sweater

various thoughts and damaged 2.0

So right now I'm training. And I'm tired. This training is so grueling, so sharp that I'm washed to think so. Or not



I spend some time with this charming person
This young lady is my character Aion . Do not rely on its air fragile and stuck it sends fireballs as a person breaks down everything in sight without remorse and shows her panties when she begins her flight (vi, it has wings, too) .
The geek in me is sleeping yet spoken (and loud).

Then I understood that it would be nice if I added a newsletter on the blog. I struggled a bit before finding it because Blogger does not offer in its basic configuration options. But I conquered. I have a newsletter.

Finally, I'll try to finish telling my odyssey of training. And should not believe that once the training started, all your troublemakers with government are completed. No no no. They'll always find the zealous officials, and they will make you shit through. Or until you fart their kneecaps.

Wednesday, June 10, 2009

Radiculopathy Disability

training, how was it that happens?

(I speak as I want)

I'll talk about my case to me that I have because I know him well (and I likes me so I talk about myself it makes me happy). How Pooka, WC Girl first choice is to find a vocational training?

Already
because the toilet ... that's what. Well, it's not so obvious if not all courses are full of ex-employees of fast-eaten. Because once inside the toilet * "into my sect, little insect * the lobotomy mass begins. And everyone is getting screwed. Even me, it said. So we moutonnifié the last degree, and we merrily bleating in unison. Staggered hours and variable (from one day to another, from one week to another) are involved in the mold of the neuron. After several months, we are disgusted with life, but they hate you just think that, we only talk about this. And to steer. But in 90% of cases, nothing happens because we did not have the energy to try something else.


To this must be a huge kick in the ass, or an electric shock. I check the option electroshock. Last year, rotten hole / infected in the eye, go direct to the box without touching the hosto 20,000 euros and sick leave for a month. When thee
see anything and you can not sleep (because you care every hour at night), you've time to think. At your next conquest the world, torture extremely sophisticated for anyone you swell (you can not sleep, you're a little cramped). Eventually, you end up realizing that fucking mess, kestufou in this shitty job? Yeah awareness is vulgar to me.


You begin to see things a little better but you're always off (easy to hurt interns), so, hop, making information inquiry, the Grail finally appears on your screen ( and bottom of your retina melting). Three magic letters: CIF.
For individual training leave.


But that's another story ...